Never Mind

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“The poet is a light

and winged and holy thing,

and there is no invention

in him until he has been

inspired and is out of his senses,

and the mind is no longer in him.”

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~ Plato, Ion

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Elfje:

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inspired

thinking begins

the spirit intercedes

poetry evolves of itself

ethereal

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Haiku:

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oppressive damp heat

summer begins to invade

nature adapts well

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Poem:

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words are both sounds and shapes
waiting to be both heard and seen
providing incredible unrealistic escapes
delivering lines we can read between

words are a source of inspiration
the minds eye seeks out a definition
finding the right word can lead to frustration
voices singing and dancing, a mad apparition

stories by inference or partially told
using the script to create an illusion
rich and meaningful or just fools gold
having the reader draw their own conclusion

too many words makes it hard to stop
will anyone really truly comprehend
best leave the moral lessons to Aesop
and conclude this brainchild with the standard

“The End”

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ME and the Boss

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Love

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“At the

touch of love

everyone

becomes

a poet.”

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~ Plato

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Senryu:   LOVE

Feeling elated

Words are found inadequate

Beauty everywhere

 

Elfje:

Touched

By love

Mind is confused

Heart takes the lead

Smitten

 

I have been writing a daily blog for almost five years.

I started out with too many words a day, trying to paint

a picture that had no flaws.

I eventually reduced the blog to 100 words, or less, per day

and the challenge became to be capable of conveying

a complete idea in as few words as possible.

In April 2013, I took a thirty day challenge to write a poem

a day. I wrote three; a haiku, an elfje and a short poem.

As I begin this blog, having done some research into poetry,

I  am overwhelmed by the number of types of poems and the

complexities that make poetry unique and viable as an art form.

My contribution, practice, practice, practice, write a thousand,

do not stop to argue or edit, just write and hope that one day

a few might make enough sense, conform to a recognized standard,

or become known as my style, worthy of being shared with poetry

lovers throughout the world.  If not worthy, at least I may have

let the words out of my head before it exploded.

Critiques welcomed…    ME and the Boss

Poem:

winter chill

 

cold wind blows
plans are put on hold
chills from head to toes
nature uncontrolled

no one knows
family in distress
stay and play, or go
winter vacations

 

Stay warm…ME and the Boss

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