Nomadic (writing 201 day 7)

Nomadic, that’s my habit,
Never in one place, that’s my taste,
Mario running from a koopa shell,
Never afraid, just need my space,

No static, life is dramatic,
Had a childhood home, but not for so long,
Like a fable, hardly remember the dinner table,
Now, alone like a high flying drone, nowhere to belong,

Nosy neighbours, and small minded drama,
Social welfare, socially they just don’t care,
I wanna fly away; like an angry bird,
Don’t need no neighbourhood, they never treated me fair,

On the move, you know my groove,
Collecting passport stamps, that’s my jam,
Travels beauty, a call of duty,
What you got ‘no hood’? don’t worry that’s my life plan,

“Ain’t no sunshine when your gone”,
^^ Cause I take it with me,
Like zelda searching for my princess,
Never rest that’s my life’s test,

But travel ain’t always rosy or cosy,
I even spent a night in a Russian jail cell,
Wasn’t grand theft auto,
Just some incorrect documents; I don’t dwell,

Sometimes I get lonely,
Without a neighbourhood; social comfort food,
Like I’m questing in world of warcraft, with a staff,
on horseback, with a wizards hood, I don’t mean to be rude,

But I heard, that home is where the heart is,
And my real neighbourhood,
The people close to my heart,

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I wrote this poem for WordPress bloggingU writing 201. The idea was to write a ballad. A ballad should be emotionally charged, dramatic and include a larger than life character. I don’t think I really hit those, but I tried to make this poem quite strong and fast at least.

Ballads traditionally use a ABCB structure with 2nd and fourth lines rhyming. I also found that there is a defined meter; they traditionally alternate between 4 met feet/line and 3, so you would have syllable structure 8686. I definitely didn’t meet that, it would take me a lot longer than one day to figure out how to write it that way.

The device we were using was assonance, which is the repetition or pattern of vowel sounds. I played around with trying to get a lot of ‘a’ sounds into the first and second stanza/verse.

The keyword was Neighbourhood. This was kind of difficult as I don’t feel like I have had a neighbourhood for so long. I remember some when I was very young. And to be honest, I remember mostly bullying, gossip, nosiness etc. As I was growing up I also stayed in homeless accommodation with my father and then in welfare kind of accommodation and the people around us were the worst of society. So, I guess I have forsaken neighbourhoods and community in my life to a certain extent; I don’t have any trust there. So this was my theme together with my passion for travelling and moving around. It’s easy to feel jealous of people that travel a lot, but I do miss the cosiness and safety of a home base and if you saw some of the places I have stayed you definitely wouldn’t it romantic.