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“Reclaiming the sacred
in our lives
naturally brings us
close once more to
the wellsprings of poetry.”
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― Robert Bly
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Elfje:
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indecision
teeter totter
on the fence
make up your mind
limbo
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Haiku:
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torrential downpour
more rain than the ground can hold
spring gully washer
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Poem:
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the table levitated at the seance
from this world to another by conveyance
how many souls are there in limbo
is there a special place for the hero
when the body dies is there a lingering spirit
while channeling must one be coherent
did parapsychology invent the poltergeist
such supernatural talk the bane of the theist
the backward collar a symbol of the clerical
a uniform designed by the monks chimerical
did Serling invent the twilight zone
do you know what they will put on your tombstone
can you differentiate between the nightmare and the dream
did Edvard Munch picture you when he painted the scream
the supernatural tale relies on the final twist
the question is: do we really exist . . . ? ? ?
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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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