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“It has been said
by the ancients
that poetry is a
picture without form,
and painting is a
poem with form”
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– HuaI (Song Dynasty)
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Elfje:
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form
or function
words or shapes
art for arts sake
ancient
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Elfje (Cinquain)
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gasp
can’t breathe
trying to survive
everything is black and white
nightmare
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Haiku:
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nature has her form
survival of the fittest
are we included
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Poem:
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flights of fantasy, daydreams
over and over the same unreal themes
the what if I were rich instead of beautiful
dancing, singing, the star of a musical
no morbid thoughts to inspire a poem
wishing the reveries were to be an omen
castles in the air sparked by jealously
life’s decisions handled carelessly
dreams, not goals, wasting life’s precious moment
my lethargy being my own worst opponent
move a muscle, change a thought
maybe today, maybe today, I’ll hit the jackpot
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ME and the Boss
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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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