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“Then you are a poet?’
she asked, fingering
the flyer in her pocket.
‘No not at all,‘
he waved his hand.
‘I am merely a character
in a poem.”
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― Karen Tei Yamashita
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Elfje: Cinquain
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hand
pass out
give to each
play cards for fun
deal
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Senryu:
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her expectations
she will cry over spilt milk
she wants what she wants
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Poem:
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no rhyme, no reason, no character
the poem had no relationship with an ancient mariner
the words just stumbled along looking for a home
the poem even sought advice from the garden gnome
even the writing muse shook her head
she said no line could be writ with a golden thread
despite the obstacles the poem kept trudging along
the page had to be filled come right or wrong
and then in a dream the character appeared
a hero who said there was nothing to be feared
said she, the words you seek are a dime a dozen
and most are as enjoyable as a kissing cousin
the poem was ecstatic, giggling with delight
the ideas kept coming day and night
adieu the hero said, my job is done here
she said the poems model should be Shakespeare
so is this a sonnet, to be or not to be
probably. with just an extra quatrain, as you can see
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ME and the Boss
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http://ME and the Boss Recovery
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September 11th, 2021 at 6:35 AM
Your posts inspired me to write this morning, thank you for your outstretched hand:
Such are the seasons as to me
When each day bears it’s light on dreary branches
And morning dew soaks fragile bark
On some new day we find green growth
Knowing those dark days have only given the tree strength
It grows again in stillness
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