Begins And Ends

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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.

ME and the Boss

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Nothing Is Free

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“…”vers libre,” (free verse)

or nine-tenths of it,

is not a new metre,

any more than sleeping

in a ditch is a

new school of architecture.”

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~ G.K. Chesterton

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Haiku;

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form versus function

birthed by a Higher Power

words cannot describe

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Elfje:

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poems

usually rhyme

a free verse

is never really free

prose

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Poem:

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nothing is free my Mother always said
everyone knew she was more than a figurehead
when God gives you lemons make lemonade
you know that the piper always gets paid
she even knew whom I should have wed

time has passed and the more I write
I now know that Mother was always right
I’ve yet to find where I have been misled
nothing is free my Mother always said

she always knew what was lying ahead
kitchen counseling as she made the best cornbread
with little she made much by being creative
she manipulated my mind without being authoritative

still giving advice as she laid on her deathbed
nothing is free my Mother always said

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ME and the Boss

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this form of poetry is called a Rondeau

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