Bricks- A Poem of Assonance
This is not goodbye
Due to the recent mass theft of hubs by a now defunct online zine, I have decided to not only limit my writing on the hub to mostly general and impersonal hubs, I have also decided thst very little of my poetry or fiction will be published here anymore. I'm focusing on submitting to literary magazines and my own blog and likely won't put anything on here unless I have no plans to seek further publication, after it's already been published or if it's been soundly rejected several times. I do plan to publish every single poem of mine in some form or another besides hubpages, but don't expect to see much poetry from me any more. I do not plan to remove any existing poems from my hub, though I will be revising and editing them.
My poems and stories are too important to me to allow a thief to gain financial benefit and notoriety from them. I trust that you understand. I am finishing up my first book of fifty poems and trust that, for that that want to read my poems, they will seek out my book.
If you follow my blog, you're more likely to read more poems, as well as find out where else I'm published, and when my book is completed. Click on that link above to view or here to follow by e mail!
I previously published a piece about Consonance which is the rhyming of consonant sounds. For my example, i used strong S sounds, to ridiculously dramatic effect. View that piece here: Hissing.
Assonance is the opposite. It's a slant, or feminine rhyme, using vowel sounds. The poem that follows using strong I sounds as it's rhyme scheme. Obviously, a commercial poem would be somewhat more subtle in their assonance but I wrote mine this way for dramatic and educational effect.
Examples of Poems using Assonance:
Edgar Allen Poe's "The Bells"
Robert Louis Stevenson's "The Feast of Famine"
William Wordsworth's "The World is Too Much With Us" and "Daffodils"
Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice" and "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Edna St Millay's "Travel"
Dr Seuss's "West Beast East Beast"
My poem, "Bricks", is dedicated to them. I hope you enjoy it!
are the sidewalk
and have covered themselves
rain and shit
waiting for the soles
and lose their grip
So they can sip
from broken head
All rights reserved. Copyright Justin W. Price, April 11, 2012.
This was originally published on Hubpages under the name "PDXKARAOKEGUY" on the above date. He owns the copyright. If you are viewing this elsewhere, then you are reading stolen content. Please notify the author and the thief immediately and vacate the page.
Thanks for Reading.
PDXKaraokeGuy, also known as Justin W. Price, is an author with Sweatshoppe Publications, which will soon re-release his poetry collection, Digging to China. Additionally, the managing editor at eFiction horror and The New Bridge online newspaper.. Husband to Andrea, father to two dogs. writer.poet.baseball fan. tattooed. He is am amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth. He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.He has a poetry book available for Amazon Kindle, and also maintains a blog, FirstBlog. His work has been featured in the Crisis Chronicles, efiction Magazine, The Hellroaring Review, the Bellwether Review, eFiction Humor, and the Rusty Nail. Please visit his profile page for more information. Thanks!
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