Today, alphabet poetry is something fun that children might try in their elementary classrooms, but like many forms, it has existed for centuries--as long as we have been using our alphabets, we have been writing alphabet or abecedarian poetry. Like acrostic poetry, the trick is in the first letter, but instead of revealing a hidden meaning, it uses each letter of the alphabet to reveal more where the writer has been taken than what the reader can decipher. Look for it here:
"Abecedarian Requiring Further Examination of Anglikan Seraphym Subjugation of a Wild Indian Rezervation" by Natalie Diaz
Prismatic Soul by S.M.(M).L.
Ask yourself why you love a color:
Bright blue of sea just off the beach
where waves don't crash.
Coral red of painted toenails in
Dandelion yellow of a wingback chair
that belonged to no one you remember.
Emerald black-green of happy little trees
sprung from oils.
Forgotten silver-brown of empty barns
and school houses.
Gorgeous mahogany of what were once
baby blues rimmed with dark lashes.
Handsome tan of hard-worked hands
speckled with freckles.
Icy gray of cumulous clouds filled to the brim
just waiting to explode in a
kaleidoscope of rainbows
muddy clots of soil
now the perfume
only decomposition can ensure
pleasing amidst its
quilted squares: green and gold.
sets behind rolling hills while
teal darkens in an
umber that blends a
with tree's bark. The
you home, the
zenith of imagination
where you ask yourself
why you love a color and find
your prismatic soul.
is also known as size or shape poetry. It uses word or typographical arrangement to visually show an aspect of the poem. It is, in part, a form of visual art; if the poem isn't seen, there is a component of the meaning missing for the reader. Look for it here:
"Swan and Shadow" by John Hollander
Idaho by S.M.(M).L.
but it is just March.
There is something
Sorrowful in your look today
—bringing the low,
reverberate howl of wolves to mind. Idaho you
are green; you are gracious; you are mountain
peak and cavernous canyon. Your smell is sweet,
cleansed in an aroma that wraps around and drags
down into the depths of your lakes. Idaho you are
earth at her pinnacle, called gem for good reason.
Idaho you are home to few but the land-locked lucky.
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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