In one of my poetry classes we were asked to write a poem called a Sestina, which is an unrhymed, 39-lined poem with six key words. The six words are to be randomly chosen and then with a topic in mind, just start writing. You have to make sure that each line ends in a specific word... Following the numbered format below. The numbers do not change, however you have writer's free will to take one or more of the six words and use it in a different context for example(here & hear or starving, starvation, even hunger) which can change through out the poem and sit in place for that particular word. Each line does not have to be a complete sentence, you can roll down to the next line, end that sentence and even begin a new one all in the same line, as long as the ending word of each line stays in format. Understand? haha
Anyway, I had gone to church the morning before I started writing and a lady came to talk about the starvation that is taking place in The Woodlands, which if you are not familiar with this city in Texas... it holds a stigma of being a place of wealth and close family orientation. A city, you would never assume to have issues concerning starvation.
The woman was very passionate in what she is involved in. There is a group that was formed to fill backpacks with necessary foods for an entire weekend- in hopes that these children who are fed at school during the week, will have nourishment through out their weekend while they are at home. I imagine, this most likely makes it a little easier to complete homework assignments that are due the following week, when you don't have to worry as much about food as you typically would.
Lost Camelot
Listening to words that stole my attention. (2)
The hurting is all around us, (3)
She said we can all be of great help. (4)
How did I not notice the children starving? (5)
Why go there, when we are needed here? (6)
Families. Starving. Here? (6)
The Woodlands? Our 'Camelot' I can't imagine myself (1)
Lasting a day- starving. (5)
Families need our attention. (2)
Following pink slips, anything helps. (4)
The hurting is hiding all around us. (3)
Making the difference, starts with us (3)
Helping those in need- here. (6)
The children of 'Camelot' need help. (4)
I want to show love, re-focused off myself (1)
And put all my attention (2)
On those in need- starving. (5)
A new meaning to the phrase- 'I'm starving!' (5)
It comes down to us (3)
Giving our attention (2)
To the families-- here. (6)
No longer focused on ourselves, (1)
We help. (4)
Our abundance can help (4)
Ease the hunger. (5)
When I think about myself (1)
Being blessed. It lay heavy on my heart for us (3)
To ensure the children are being fed here. (6)
How can they even pay attention (2)
In school- when their attention (2)
Is to what their next meal is? Who is willing to help? (4)
Do you hear (6)
The significance of my words? People are starving. (5)
The hurting is so prevalent around us. (3)
And though, I am not physically suffering myself, (1)
I now know- we get fed by feeding hunger. (5)
'Camelot' has been taken from us, (3)
My ignorance blinded me and now I can see for myself. (1)
This just made me realize that you don't have to travel to Africa to help children in need. There is a good chance that the same issue is taking place in a city nearby. If you have the desire, get involved. Helping others in need and expecting nothing in return provides a feeling that is unexplainable.
P.S. Im not assigning you this poem, but if you feel lead to write your own- perfection set far aside- I would love to read it! :)
SWS