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“In the great green room,
there was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of a cat
jumping over the moon…”
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― Margaret Wise Brown,
Goodnight Moon
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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visual
you see
words that paint
what’s in the mind
picture
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Haiku:
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small ant with big bite
giant whale shark eats plankton
balance of nature
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Poem:
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it is the words that make the rhyme
the poet only chooses the time
how many syllables in his meter
a cadence like a tom tom beater
ideas and stories to be related
using the words others created
poetic license to make his own form
seeking ways to ignore the norm
a challenge to complete the whole idea
without imitating the ave maria
fantasy usually gives way to truth
experiences drawn from ones youth
the poem signals that it is done
the poet insists on having more fun
they sit and stare at each other
the poet hoping for a fairy godmother
someone’s idea was to write a poem
everyone waiting for a God given omen
alas, no story, no rhyme, no rhythm
poem and poet agree, we’re done
we’ll let the reader look for the symbolism
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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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