DPP: The Poetry of Pilots

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

Greetings and salutations, 'shipper nation! This is Amy, known on your internets as ninjamonkey73, and I'm driving the DPP bus this week. Sit back and enjoy the ride...

I really enjoyed the last time we had a poetry post, so I've resurrected it in a giant tub of Cylon goo.


Know a really great piece of poetry that reminds you of Kara? Lee? Pilot!love? Feel like writing one? Come one, come all! Rhyme, don't rhyme. Play with meter, stanzas, punctuation. Write a limerick, a haiku, an epic. Quote a favorite. Whatever, as long as it's even remotely poetry. And if it ties into a specific moment or arc for you, tell us about it.

I will kick things off with Shakespeare's Love Sonnet #145:

Those lips that love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate,"
To me that languished for her sake.
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet.
"I hate" she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who, like a fiend,
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw.
And saved my life, saying "not you."

When I read this, all I could think of was how it makes me think of Scar, from "What about us?" through the slap-kiss. But, sadly, that's the extent of my ability to quoth established poetry.

What ya' got?

Comments

[reginaspina.livejournal.com]

OK, first the serious one (May Sarton's "Leaves before the Wind") (Especially the third stanza is SO Kara and Lee.)

Leaves before the Wind

We have walked, looked at the actual trees:
The chesnut leaves wide-open like a hand,
The beech leaves bronzing under every breeze,
We have felt flowing through our knees

As if we were the wind.

We have sat silent when two horses came,
Jangling their harness, to mow the long grass.
We have sat long and never found a name
For this suspension in the heart of flame

That does not pass.

We have said nothing; we have parted often,
Not looking back, as if departure took
An absolute of will--once not again
(But this is each day's feat, as when

The heart first shook).

Where fervor opens every instant so,
There is no instant that is not a curve,
And we are always coming as we go;
We lean toward the meeting that will show

Love's very nerve.

And so exposed (O leaves before the wind!)
We bear this flowing fire, forever free,
And learn through devious paths to find
The whole, the center, and perhaps unbind

The mystery

Where there are no roots, only fervent leaves,
Nourished on meditations and the air,
Where all that comes is also all that leaves,
And every hope compassionately lives

Close to despair.

- May Sarton

***

And here's the beginning of my Crack Pilots' Epic, "The Leeneid":

Lee and Kara Thrace I sing, who forc'd by fate
And haughty RDM's unrelenting hate,
Left shippers' hearts full heavy and sore;
Long sorrows from alternaships they bore.
O Muse! The causes and crimes relate;
What Ron Moore was provok'd and whence his hate;
For what offense the showrunner began
To persecute so hot a woman and man;
Of closure gave them not one smidgen,
Instead beset them with *poof* and the pigeon.

[nazkey.livejournal.com]

And here's the beginning of my Crack Pilots' Epic, "The Leeneid":

Um ... WOW. Can't wait to read this. Beautifully done!

[kag523.livejournal.com]

The Leeneid is AWESOME! LOL

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

Is there MORE to this Leeneid?!

I also really liked the Sarton piece. Thanks!