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Monthly Archives: July 2017
Sunday, 4 a.m. drafts
Sunday, 4 a.m. An endless and flooded dreamland, lying low, cross- and wheel-studded like a tick-tack-toe. At the right, ancillary, “Mary” ‘s close and blue. Which Mary? Aunt Mary? Tall Mary Stearns I knew? The old kitchen knife box, full … Continue reading
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Three Weeks Until Choir Practice
I heard once in a sermon that people are like buildings. They have walls and windows and doors. Most people know where their walls are and where the windows and doors fit in, but I no longer have any sense … Continue reading
Sestina, by Elizabeth Bishop
Sestina, by Elizabeth Bishop September rain falls on the house. 1 In the failing light, the old grandmother 2 sits in the kitchen with the … Continue reading
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Limerick, A Form Based In Comedy
The poem form is five lines long with an alternating rhyme scheme. Below are examples from Mother Goose:
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Haiku, Three Lines Of Color
A haiku poem consists of three lines, with the first and last lines having 5 syllables, and the middle line having 7 syllables.
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Ballad, A Songlike Poem
A Ballad is a light simple, romantic song having two stanzas sung to the same melody. These include love ballads, sea ballads, humorous, historical, moral or mythical ballads.
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Poetry Form
I plan on presenting each of these forms in a post each day: Verse Forms Ballad Haiku Limerick Sestina Sonnet Villanelle Pantoum Ghazal Stanza Forms Couplet Ottava Rima Terza Rima Rhymed Stanza Mixed Tercet Quatrain … Continue reading
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One Art
One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop is considered one of the best villanelles in existence. Sixteen drafts of this poem exist. This first draft of One Art interests me because we can hear the woman in this, not just the poet. … Continue reading
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Sense and Sensibility
“Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint.” Jane Austen I’ve been thinking about women heroes lately, after seeing my friend and her daughter last week on their way to see Wonder Woman. I see the Wonder … Continue reading
The Victorian Dollhouse
When I was a child, my mother gave me a miniature dollhouse about three-feet high, with miniature furniture and people. I would lie on the floor and look through the windows, imagining I was small enough to fit in the … Continue reading
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