11/2/2017 0 Comments Avant-Gardein both art and poetry breaks from norm and tradition. Associated with Modernism, it utilizes many of its elements like fragmentation and questioning truth and reality. Most importantly, though, is that it defies definition. Look for it here: "[anyone lived in a pretty how town]" by e.e. cummings Hope by S.M.(M).L. A secret held a silence kept eyes grow brighter as it comes near. It is different for you ~different from mine~ small and Large Bright and dull Everything~ (except what is in between) Here or There Always out of reach. Yet, just at finger's tip. Wells within our heart. Calls out our name. B r e a k s u s . . . Heals us.
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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. 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
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9/15/2017 0 Comments Acrostic PoetryEach 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. 9/8/2017 0 Comments Found Poetrypurely, 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.
9/1/2017 0 Comments Anaphorais 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. |
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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