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Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Balance, or: Form verses creativity
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Alouette, or: Form verses creativity
Poetry Partners #25 A very special partner The poem below was written by Sangeetha of 'Mindfills', and while she was one of the very first to submit a poem for 'Poetry Partners', I've delayed publishing this piece. You see, Sangeetha was actually my very first poetry partner; together, we produced a renga poem of 100… Continue reading Wit, or: Without
An American sentence: With true poets, it's hard to know whether words are servants or masters. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He… Continue reading Servants, or: Masters
Blank verse in iambic pentameter Laziness; can't blame it on craziness - that's much too sexy, and I've yet to cut even one ear off. This constant stare-off with my own reflection on poetry websites; impressions in fast succession, forming ideas, framing works, foraging for scraps of ambrosia and digging down for diggities. Oh ~… Continue reading Wax on, or: Wax off
Blank verse in iambic pentameter My favorites are the free birds that - well, you know... You know? Whereas I'm all like, 'How do I stick a whatsit into the round binkadink, wrapped in floojipples? Maybe a shibboing would do it?' I'm amazed that some of those splendid creatures don't get much attention, or sometimes… Continue reading Heaven’s droppings, or: First impressions
A Crystalline Some consider each step telling, a beautiful poem of its own. Even the richest depictions of leaves crunching won't please the others. 'Take us, blindfolded, by our hands,' they insist, 'Describe each clod of dirt.' Satisfaction's a hard mistress; she'd have me leading readers off cliffs. What's a Crystalline? A complete couplet. Either… Continue reading Inspirations, or: Expectations
My 2nd Crystalline Tapping syllables out on keyboard, Fingers tire and cannot straighten. What's a Crystalline? A complete couplet. Either standing alone or written in any number of couplets; Syllabic, 17 syllables;Regular: 8/9 or 9/8 syllables per line;Irregular: broken where appropriate, other than the 8-9/9-8 regular form;Written with English grammatical rules of syntax, caps and… Continue reading Pause, or: Paws
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