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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

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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

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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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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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