10/27/2017 0 Comments Alphabet PoetryToday, 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 golden sandals. 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 leaving drenched muddy clots of soil now the perfume only decomposition can ensure pleasing amidst its quilted squares: green and gold. Reddish sun sets behind rolling hills while teal darkens in an umber that blends a verisimilitude with tree's bark. The xenagogy leading you home, the zenith of imagination where you ask yourself why you love a color and find your prismatic soul.
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10/18/2017 0 Comments Concrete Poetryis 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. Idaho you are mournful today with your deep-gray filled clouds. West winds prove spring is pushing winter out, 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. 10/12/2017 0 Comments Ballad
10/5/2017 0 Comments Imagism
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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. Archives
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