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9/29/2017 0 Comments

Simile

One of the devices we first encounter as readers and writers of poetry, using like or as to show a resemblance when making a comparison, they are easy to identify, but can also be powerful in their ability to help the reader relate.  Look for them here:

I Am Offering This Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca

Subliminal by S.M.(M).L.

Deep in the periphery
like lace fraying
at the edges.
Tendrils extend, try to
touch and escape,
explain and
evade.

Teeth become loose
and drop from
the skull.
Anger forms a fist
to punch in slow
motion.

Once familiar faces go
fuzzy around
the edges.
Once loved places
now haunted
by you.

Leaving footprints
softly in the
dust.
Smudging handprints
over oil painting:

Two gold fish circle
in crystal bowl.
Backdropped by velvet
verescent growth
and black iridescent
butterflies with
owl eyes

Awake to an unraveling
so quickly gone
like plucking
feathers
pulling hand over hand,
a snowstorm of
softness
results in nothing
but a naked
bird.
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9/22/2017 0 Comments

Anthropomorphism

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Put plainly, personification, where the writer attributes human characteristics to anything that will stand still: plants, animals, seasons to name a few, but, interestingly, it is also an innate tendency of human psychology seen throughout most cultures as a common component of our storytelling.  Look for it here:

"My November Guest" by Robert Frost

September Witch by S.M.(M).L.

She comes bustling about
in her gray wool. Brisk and efficient,
magics everything from green to gold.

Whisks out boots and sweaters
hidden in backs of closets and drawers.
Insists socks belong on naked toes
that slink at the first step of cold.

Piles beds up with blankets,
couches: pillows, tricks us to slumber.

Blows dust from their jackets and scatters
books on the floor, next to fire's place.

Outside, she strips petals
and plucks the last of vegetables.
Then churns up the earth, insists it rest.

With a breeze, brings on rain
and soaks it all through. Drip, drops in dust
and dampens the soul, right to the bone.

Leaves each heart heavier,
Spirits more cynical for we know
what comes next when she goes away.
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9/15/2017 0 Comments

Acrostic Poetry

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Each line of the poem begins with a letter that together spell out a secret message that lends more insight into the content of the poem.  Look for it here:

"A Boat, Beneath a Sunny Sky" by Lewis Carroll

Clandestine by S.M.(M).L.

Riotous ruckus of words
eagerly explain while you're
acting ambivalent, but really
dreaming ideas and your
imagination is exploding, yet
no one else knows you've
gone to a whole other world.  

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9/8/2017 0 Comments

Found Poetry

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purely, found poetry, is made up of all words and lines that are found by the poet, (re)arranged to create the poetic form, but variations can be created with part found/part written pieces as well.  Considered the Pop Art of poetry, it can be visual or written.  Look for it here:

"Amelia" by Charles Reznikoff

Dave by S.M.(M).L.

We stand on the Watch Tower of the Gorge's rim.
Satellites hum interspersed with stars whose lights
reflect in the Columbia's waters.

Music reverberates off the rock
walls behind the stage.  We are
Dancing Nancies in a sea of Big Eyed Fish
who have swam upriver to be here, to hear
Halloween and Number 41.
The notes of instruments Crash
Into Me, and our Grey-Blue Eyes flash
because we have lived on Grey Street.
In many ways, this is what it means to be
American Baby; road trips with best friends
to build tradition, to be So Damn Lucky, You Never Know.

The Space Between your soul and mine shrinks,
and we are back where we began.

We rise up like a Butterfly on Loving Wings.
We both know that whether we Stay or Leave
this moment everything is So Right, and we will
always say, Hello Again.

Dedicated to those who ever saw Dave at the Gorge and know what that means.  
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9/1/2017 0 Comments

Anaphora

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is a type of repetition in which words or phrases are repeated at the beginning of verses or stanzas to the effect of drawing the reader back in and adding emphasis to the selected lines.  Look for it here:

"In School Days" by John Greenleaf Whittier

Still by S.M.(M).L.

Still the red barn sits where once the hay
was gathered. A young man raked it out
the door and piled it high to feed cattle.
Beneath those smooth-worn boards a girl
wandered looking through the cracks. Just a
musty mess then, no cows to feed.

Still the silver shop stands where once the tractor
was fixed. A father puttered to put it
back together before it was time to be in the field.
At the handmade welded bench a girl
picked up the pieces. Just a
bunch of junk now, no fields to till and plow.

Still the farmhouse looms beneath the maple trees.
A grandmother waits for a grandfather
to return, but neither one is home. At the road a girl
imagines this impossibility. The house is gone,
the people too, but her memories are yet to be.
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    S.M.(M).L.

    There's a poet in my soul; she's always been there, but is often neglected.  I'm letting her out here.  I hope you will too.  Here's some unsolicited advice:  When your poet speaks to you, just let it out, there's something there, I promise you.  Here you'll find ideas about how to hone your craft as I practice mine and lead you to some of my favorite published poems and poets.  

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