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Visual Words

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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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The Ancients

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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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