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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The Gift of Words

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“I am the poet of the poor,

because I was poor when I loved;

since I could not give gifts,

I gave words.”

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~ Ovid

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Elfje:

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words

when shared

from the heart

the most rewarding gift

compliment

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Haiku:

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spoken or written

words cannot define nature

her seasons of love

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Poem:

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his feelings could not find the word
love and hate and everything in between
laughing and crying his thoughts unheard
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confused ideas kept in his head
searching for a way to escape
fear kept them from being said
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spoken with an impulsive urge
tripping over his own tongue
from what language did they emerge
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written, over, over and over again
even the thesaurus was of no help
his somatesthesia was all in vain
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eventually silence was all that he heard
his feelings could not find the word.

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ME and the Boss

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This form was borrowed from Robert Frost,  “Acquainted with the Night”

somatesthesia: the perception of tactual or gut sensations;

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