Annoying Ad

Anytime I see this ad, I am annoyed as I recall my horrible stay at this inn in Sarasota. The ad annoys me because it exalts this hotel chain, celebrating its great rating with their victory dance. When I stayed back in 2013, my experience was certainly "Like No Other" to the extent that I memorialized the experience in a poem.

Is there any TV ad that annoys you?

Writing Haikus Hollywood Artwalk 9/19/15

Still a hot evening
No breeze but humidity
At Hollywood Artwalk

Even the trees are still
Not swaying with a soft breeze
The last of summer

Waiting for the cool
And students are back in school
Autumn will be soon

Watching cars go by
A dark,  cloud-filled evening sky
Bringing waves of calm

It was so humid
Sweat dripped off me like rain
Later the rain came

Playing in the rain
Catching droplets on his face
These last summer days

The night echoes with sound
Shrieking crowd scatters, drumming stops
With the sudden rain

Young lovers kissing
After the rain has stopped
After the movie

Sidewalk is alive
With steps and scents of people
As the rain have stopped

Copyright 2015 Suzzette Dawes

Art & Poetry

It was so cool reading poetry in an art gallery. I am grateful to Broward Art Guild and everyone who showed up on Saturday. So many good poems were read. Sally was on a romantic theme with her selections. Ellen had romance in her selections of poems. It really fit the whole human exhibits. Rick gave us his money poems. Mara was environmental in her poetry theme. I especially liked Lenny's second poem because it reminded me of the fine print of pharmaceutical yet he was talking about a poem. Sue gave us a poem about the TSA which I still recall with a chuckle.  I wish I was better at recalling some of the lines so I could share but I really believe it would be better if you were there.

Here's one of my mind that I read:

On Rhyming

What's wrong with rhyming? Modern poets seem to frown on poems that rhymes comparing them to nursery rhymes. But what do I remember more? Which is more memorable? Their poems or nursery rhymes? 

Don't get me wrong: I do enjoy the imagery and other techniques of modern poetry but I still enjoy some rhyme. In fact, I love recognizing form and literary devices. When the rhyme is not forced, I find the poem divine. When I write, I don't always rhyme or use a form (not that I don't thrive to) as I mostly go with the flow.  

Yet most of the poetry I remember from high school had rhyme. It made it easier to memorize. I recall Rudyard Kipling's "The Secret of the Machines." It was a long poem but I memorized it as part of the speech choir.

Maybe as I age, my memorization skill has faded so it's hard to recall memorable lines in modern poetry (sorry Ezra Pound, T.S. Elliott and Amy Lowell).

In my poem this week, I used repetition, imagery and some rhyme. Do you recognize any other forms or literary techniques? If yes, share in the comments below: