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“Poetry is a
sort of truancy,
a dream within
the dream of life,
a wild flower planted
among our wheat.”
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~ Michael Oakeshott
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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flower
growing wild
beside the road
here there and everywhere
weed
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Haiku:
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windy gusts blowing
clouds billowing in the sky
spring showers coming
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Poem:
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in poetry, the words do not clang
rhythm and rhyme, melodic cadence
never expecting a real loud bang
words chosen to give language credence
the poet fights to make every word fit
knowing the poem has a mind of its own
push and shove becomes a battle of wit
words to grace the inevitable tombstone
the poet seeks words with intense feelings
the poem fights back with stubborn concern
things with no meaning and emotions concealing
finally, the resolve is what we have to learn
the poet writes to express himself, an autograph
the poem, however, always has the very last laugh
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“You can tell
it’s a poem
because it’s swimming
in a little gel pack
of white space.
That shows it’s a poem.”
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~ Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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reading
or writing
between the lines
ideas that grow horns
poetry
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Haiku:
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the thirsty plant sighs
welcomed spring showers arrive
nature replenished
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Poem:
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cacophony of the house
too many selfish bodies
hard of hearing spouse
each their own secret follies
everyone has their own device
each competing for attention
advertisers vying to entice
subliminal below comprehension
time for a vacation
need to seek the silence
the oceans roar salvation
regaining emotional balance
God teaching me patience
different strokes for different folks
are their steps to teach us tolerance
delusional reality or just a hoax
can meditation stop the noise
who is inconveniencing whom
because they know how it annoys
only made worse because we presume
shut the door
turn out the light
time to snore
say goodnight
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