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“Since when,” he asked,
“Are the first line and
last line of any poem
Where the poem begins
and ends?”
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― Seamus Heaney
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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starts
when, where
at the beginning
does it ever end
again
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Haiku:
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rain, rain, too much rain
nature doesn’t know balance
next season is drought
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Poem:
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If I could be a poem
What would I want to say???
I am me, I wish to be
I am life, I am death
I am the words that pray.
The poem can do anything
the poem is the flight of fancy
Blank verse, free verse
I am what I fantasize
I am the words that show the way.
The poem sings, the poem dances,
the poem gives one many chances,
to be me, to hope to be
I am living, I will be dying
I am the words that stay.
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“A poem begins as
a lump in the throat,
a sense of wrong,
a homesickness,
a lovesickness.”
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~ Robert Frost
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Elfje:
anew
every ending
is a beginning
going who knows where
living
Haiku:
waiting seasons change
God said to enjoy this one
no waiting required
Elfje:
cooking
preparing food
enjoying the process
edible delights for all
satisfied
Haiku:
birds singing ‘thank you’
gratitude for just being
man always wants more
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