Poem A Day #11 is to be an elegy. The word prompt is ‘black hole’.
Milkwood’s definition of elegy is limited to the following. I would argue that the person who wrote the notecard needs to revisit this. I have taken the broader approach below. But, for now.. the definition given:
“An elegy is a poem of grief and praise. It doesn’t require any specific rhyme or meter.
But then there’s elegiac stanza, a quatrain in iambic pentameter. Short and sweet.
So, Elegiac stanza has that short form, but elegy can be free verse or any structure you choose, so long as it has certain elements…”
“The elements of a traditional elegy mirror three stages of loss. First, there is a lament, where the speaker expresses grief and sorrow, then praise and admiration of the idealized dead, and finally consolation and solace.”
Again, my argument is this artificially confined and I do not agree…
An Elegy To Common Sense by Michael Romani Old hat as a patriot in these times Semi okay with things passing as victimless crimes I am, however, not given to pretense Or, even close to surrendering common sense I've never been one to accept attitude Nor, am I accepting of ill-considered platitudes So, I'll shed the black hole of rejecting a border fence As something just short of entirely dense No borders equal no native country And opening the gates to despotism Here in my beloved land of liberty This is more than progressives versus conservatism It is those proud to be American Versus those who wish us to exist no more It is the many who do and still can Versus the elite who wish servants from the poor A porous border is surely bad enough Now the elite wish to play blindman's bluff While convincing their followers to forget the past And to forget the history of countries that didn't last The cardinal rule of statesmen Is that of securing national defense A primary principle just as much now as then So I, for one of many, support a border fence Legal immigration built this nation And the rule of law remains our destination It isn't immoral or wicked discrimination But what is necessary for the health of our nation I am not prepared to give common sense its elegy I have sworn an oath to protect my country From enemies both foreign and domestic And even unto my death, I will defend it Be the enemy, drug lords, MS 13, or terrorists Or even reckless rich folk playing globalists There is nothing better to quench my patriotic thirst Than to live or die always putting America first (c) February 16, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved