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Must It Be Understood ? ? ?

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“I’ve written

some poetry

I don’t understand

myself”

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~ Carl Sandburg

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Elfje:   (also known as a Cinquain)

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words

homonym, homophone

similar but different

sounds like but not

understand

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Haiku:

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true spring has arrived

jasmine fragrance fills the air

sinuses react

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Poem:

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the jasmine, the jasmine, the blooms proliferate

the arbor moans under the vines weight

the fragrant aroma wafts through an open window

for the chickadees there is a convenient pillow

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every blossom so intricately designed

as a host there is a scrumptious feast refined

just like snow flakes there are never two the same

for the Great Creator there is a miracle to acclaim

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the garden is a frame for the artists blank canvas

colors and shapes developed like a poems stanzas

Mother Nature provides the pallet of a rainbow

the gardeners blueprint is their personal trousseau

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delightful, wonderful, awesome, a subject never boring

real or imagined, my your garden always be most adoring.

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ME and the Boss

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Bloodied

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“Poetry is

an abstraction

bloodied.”

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~ Wallace Stevens

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More from Reading, PA’s own.

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Elfje: (also known as a Cinquain)

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right

no left

a purposeful distraction

only the artist knows

abstraction

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Haiku:

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a high temperature

seasons begin to collide

freezing tomorrow

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Poem:

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not a corpuscle to be seen

her face turned ashen and then she swooned

detectives would not scour the scene

for them it was just another full mooned

she was only the lovers go between

everyone told her the tryst was doomed

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parents disapproved the high school sweet hearts

the self centered stud seeking his own desires

she was the enabler suffering by fits and starts

he used her by pulling her puppet wires

the delusions of love they fashioned into arts

their passions never consumed by the same fires

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his conquests were often and many

she always stood by turning a blind eye

she knew the times and the names were plenty

her dreams were always pie in the sky

her best friend would not submit, would she help any

she would do anything for him, she let out a sigh

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that fateful night as on the silver screen

she walked to that dark place were all assumed

she was only the lovers go between

everyone told her the tryst was doomed.

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ME and the Boss

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