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“And The Idea Is…” : Original Places poetry, linked in response to dVersepoets.com site’s prompt post, “FormForAll – Writing Visual.”
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winter and spring form for all : original places poetry
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The Prompt, “FormForAll – Writing Visual” from dVersepoets
gay reiser cannon, hosts dversepoets’ prompt, “formforall – writing visual” and gets into quite some detail about form in poetry via an article by a poet called blue flute, “comparing Japanese and Chinese poetic forms and discussing how these can be adapted into English….”
she posts some of his work, including this excerpt,
“While the written form and rhythm is certainly important, equally important is the visual nature of the poetry and lack of abstract language when compared to Western poetic tradition….”
a history of japan’s written language, as influenced by china is part of this exceptional essay
haiku and tanka are discussed, with some interesting samples included
the prompt itself reads,
“Not worrying about the written form too much, try to write a poem using mainly tangible images to convey your thoughts, using as little abstract vocabulary as possible.”
it’s nice to have some sway, some polite compassion for creativity, and i thank dversepoets for that 😉
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with the changing of the seasons well under way down south, and appearing sooner, even if in fits, up here in the northeast, the following came to mind 😉
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Winter and Spring Form For All
sea foam in clouds
trailers with windows
flowers awaiting spring
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bird topped billboards
snowflakes whispering past
razor edged ice
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rabbits squirrels chipmunks
wrapping tapping tails
billboard birds watching
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tourists students pets
melted snows surprise
restaurants open early
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northern spring time
smudgy reflecting mirror
91º austin texas
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bagels beer baseball
bar-b-q
weather stretched daylight
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spring stretches the continent
like lyrics licking lines out on
paper
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form is found in held outlines
the eye rolls round the edges
feeling the fullness
tasting the buoyancy
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winter is a line
stretched from boston to san diego
spring is an intensity
pulling hair
from san francisco to charlotte
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form finds itself felt and filled with
expectations
winter boots scarves mitts
mind their place by the door
north
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in fits form fans embers into motion
swimming hole trunks teeter
on hooks by the screen door
south
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“how ya’ll today?”
hot? no, not yet, ustedes?
“cold…no, no way, you, really?”
not s’long as the meals aren’t cold, lol
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2000 miles is
further
than we thought
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as the essay on dversepoets indicates, forms evolve…
the image language of china gets merged and individualized in its usage and adaptation to the sounds people spoke in japan –
it’s no surprise the same happens here, and inversely there, i would assume
and even dialog, i realized as i was finishing my poem, being the sound itself that language came to imprint as a record on a surface, whether as an idea, an image, an abstraction, or a sound of a voice we recognize, even more so dialog i think, when done well, conveys all of that…
g’nite everyone 😉
namaste´- con dios – god be with you
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Just a wonderful sequence of images.
Favourites would be 3 and 4, but it’s all good. so very good.
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thanks sky! glad you came by and liked the poem 😉
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I especially liked
spring stretches the continent
like lyrics licking lines out on
paper
but enjoyed your imagery as a whole
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glad you liked the work ruth, thank you 😉
btw, i think your “february face” poem shows a really nice blend of seasons sharing time, thank you 😉
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Now- I’ve been to Texas twice- both times it was 103. To put this into perspective- the UK NEVER gets up to these temperatures- not any more. Spring has just about started to break- it was 60 degrees the other day- the warmest in a long time. Somehow- I managed to relate to the Winter/Summer divide you paint in your poem. There’s just something about the stirring animals, the watching birds- you captured the transition of the seasons so well, and so descriptively- very much enjoyed this.
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thanks so much stu, i know exactly what you mean about 103 in texas 😉 it was 91 in austin yesterday!
i’m born & raised in texas, and moved to vermont this past summer with my wife, it’s her home state, very different perspective 😉
it’s here, where spring isn’t so blatantly beneath the thin texas winter, that i realized how barometer-ish the birds and squirrels and other animals are to springs impending-ness
in texas, the only time it’s not spring is when it’s summer 😉 that’s not really true, but we like to say that 😉
glad you checked out the poem, thanks again!
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I liked these connected micropoems. For some reason, this one stuck out to me: “winter is a line / stretched from boston to san diego / spring is an intensity / pulling hair / from san francisco to charlotte,” maybe the “pulling hair” and winter being a line stretched out. The mix of Spanish and slang was cool and the last stanza really wrapped it up nicely.
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glad you stopped by & liked this, i really appreciate it 😉
i’ve rarely included any spanish, but this one felt right to me, even though i “had my doubts” 😉 so very glad you liked that part
that last stanza hit me unexpectedly, it was late last night, and i’d been “crafting” the poem, esp the winter/hair line (which i also “finally” liked 😉 ) and i wanted to go to bed so bad but needed to finish the poem and the feeling of the distance, the real distance, not the web or phone or email distance, between my family in texas and me here in vermont, well, it wrapped up the poem 😉
thanks again 😉
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I’ll give you my first thought upon ending (from a Texas girl) – yeah, been there and done that! However, that’s a pretty crappy remark for a remarkable set of images. Both of us wrote of journeys today. This was the picture of transitions east to west, north to south. Leave Dallas for Colorado – sun shining, husband mowing grass, trying to get to son to take College Boards. Run into snow in Clarendon, ice in Amarillo, road closes behind in Dumas. Stop at truck stop. Everyone says go north not over Raton pass. Turns out stupid,
storm stays on path east. Drive in blinding ice & snow, trucks pull to side, no food, no coat and trudge on to Springfield, willing to sleep in lobby of motel, but they have a room, call home, say to youngest son, tell your dad I’m alive. Answer why wouldn’t you be? Yeah, I agree those miles are longer and broader than we thought.
Excellent exploration of imagist themes throughout. Just thought I’d share my personal story for what it’s worth. Thanks.
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hi gay, quite a story!
yea, i’m born and raised texan myself
i’ve had a few snow-related journey-challenges, but my most severe and most dangerous were several in blinding rains and hail and wind from houston to galveston (on i45), and from lake jackson to galveston (on the coastal hwy)
the first i ended up in a single file with 3 or 4 other cars in the middle lane of the freeway in a blinding rain, lost half the mufflers support but dragged it over the causeway over the waters til i got home, too afraid to stop (couldn’t see anyway)
the second was at night, water from the gulf washing under the car and pulling me out but got over the san luis pass and finally back to the east end, whew!
now my wife, who grew up here in vermont, has horror stories of near-disaster that give me the creeps 😉
but anyways, glad to hear you’re back in texas safe and sound
take care, best wishes 😉
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nice…for me this really takes off at…
spring stretches the continent
like lyrics licking lines out on
paper…
and does some really nice things…spring will be here soon…so full of new life and 2000 miles is def a long way…ha…
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yea, kinda agree, the previous lines were like the set-up blue flute talked about in his essay, though mine was intentional as i was searching, with image-lines, for the poem i felt inside but could only articulate by doing 😉
thanks brian 😉
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spring stretches the continent
like lyrics licking lines out on
paper
I chose the same lines as claudia, having enjoyed my read from start to finish. It at first seemed diverse, but then all came together beautifully. Excellent work.
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thanks david, i’m glad those lines worked for ya’ll, i find that happening to me on others’ work lots of times 😉
that feeling of diversity you felt at the beginning is exactly how i felt starting the poem; i let random images come to mind, then as the work developed, kinda figured out what the mesh of images meant to me
glad you stopped by 😉
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2000 miles is much further than we thought. I love the seasonal progression, the images presented for me to savor. This is beautiful.
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thanks beth! i appreciate it 😉 esp from someone like you whose own imagery is so rich and compact!
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spring stretches the continent
like lyrics licking lines out on
paper….nice visuals throughout…and i so long for spring…
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oh yes 😉 spring has sprung in everyone’s hearts even if a snow or wind still comes up; thanks claudia!
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