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“Poetry
makes
nothing
happen.”
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~ W.H. Auden
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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but
and if
or what else
maybe is a possibility
although
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Haiku:
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seasons transition
resting roots, no leaves to feed
tree ring marks the year
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Poem:
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millions upon millions of life stories
some sad, some happy, most just boring
genre is what writers call categories
imagination is the mind exploring
romance, mystery, western, horror
is a book about history really nonfiction
can we believe a diary from the explorer
writing for many is just an addiction
poetry gives one the ability to fabricate
blue, black, purple, no need to color the lie
the author always wins his own debate
choose your own flavor for the pie in the sky
today I am the hero, tomorrow the goat
a wonderful life lived by my own anecdote
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ME and the Boss
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“Poetry is
what gets lost
in translation.”
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~Robert Frost
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https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/11/30/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-73-blackwhite/
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Troiku*
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my world rotates
what can the eye and mind see
between black and white
my world rotates
time goes to black history
white is the future
white is all colors
what can the eye and mind see
black is the absence
technicolor dreams
is living only visual
between black and white
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ME and the Boss
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* A creative alteration of the original Troiku form.
In this form the first stanza shares the first line of the origina haiku.
The second line is the middle line of the second stanza.
The third line is the last line in the last section.
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