Tag Archives: spring

Ink On White Space

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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

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everyone has their own device

each competing for attention

advertisers vying to entice

subliminal below comprehension

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time for a vacation

need to seek the silence

the oceans roar salvation

regaining emotional balance

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God teaching me patience

different strokes for different folks

are their steps to teach us tolerance

delusional reality or just a hoax

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can meditation stop the noise

who is inconveniencing whom

because they know how it annoys

only made worse because we presume

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shut the door

turn out the light

time to snore

say goodnight

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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A Mirror

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“Poetry is

a mirror

which makes

beautiful

that which is

distorted

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― Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Elfje:    (also know as a Cinquain)

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wavy

fun house

jump, squat, laugh

mirror on the wall

distorted

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Haiku:

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snow capped mountain peak

sparkling crystals blinding light

wafting spring zephyrs

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Poem:

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poetry is a form of meditation

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the mind searches for a word

the word becomes the idea

at first the meaning is blurred

seeking a mental panacea

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the poet holds up his mirror

he searches for the light needed to reflect

striving to make the pictures clearer

the image and the words he seeks to connect

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in  his minds eye the story grows

people and places take their roles

is it going to be rhyming or will it be prose

like pilots the words work the controls

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will his story continue on into infinity

always hoping for the happy ending

can he find the conclusion skillfully

only his ego knows that he was just pretending

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listening to natures nocturnal music

wading through a surf warm gentle

his lyric poetry becomes therapeutic

the imagination is moved to the transcendental

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is the emotional ride for the reader or the writer

when the story ends like the triumphant bullfighter

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ME and the Boss

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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