The stream (all workshops)
Don't expect a clever rhyme
or any big adjectives
or an attempt
at perfect structure
That comes in a song
or someone else's
poem
I simply type a line
and then another
they don't mesh
together all that well
the subject matter
isn't overly deep
or profound
And I don't worry
about proper punctuation
or make a conscious effort
regarding rhythm
or pacing
or alliteration
.....And in you I see a writer with a wonderful gift; capable of such beautifully eloquent writing. You are a true artist and are, in my opinion, unequalled in your ability to express yourself. I am, truly, your fan and enjoy our prosaic connection
bigpapadan
Wise Appreciation
Thy words of wisdom,
The evaluation
Of a prosaic poet,
Is in itself
A sign of divinity
Upon whose shoulders
Rests human dignity
To appreciate is in it
A gift divine,
It’s like drinking love
With eyes,
Like wine
As promised here are 3 more forms
Free Verse
The high wind swirls in this ravine
setting off whirl winds, scattered
mostly defined by dirt and duff
save one
A single golden poplar leaf
freshly fallen and still perfect
twists and turns pirouetting
joyfully
Climbing higher, ever higher
becoming a mere speck
then releases for a terminal tumble
floating in a lengthy falling
its final swan song ballet
Western Classic
sanctity of quiet
quiet is sanctity
of one --
an insouciance
caring free
nonchalance
as grape vines
burgeon fruit
a fly buzzes farmlands --
light shines
dappled between feathers
of birds in flight
not counting quills
to stay aloft --
avian brains
balanced as no others
know
but perhaps humans
who trod thin edges
of silent way
long and narrow
the path
pitfalls each on each side
A gun cause’s harm
To the innocent
Give justice to the guilty
Not so much the gun, but
The soul behind the gun
I am posting this Haiku today and will expand into three other forms tomorrow
A lone poplar leaf
swirling in an autumn wind
a golden ballet
Tomorrow will post i Western Classic, Free Verse, and Parallel forms.............scribbler
While my world sleeps
and the solitude of night
comes crashing in bringing thoughts
which fly around on strings
suspending kites of imagery's
that battle for their place
in mid-flight streams
The tug-o-war
of what was, what is,
and what might be pushes away
the possibility of sweet sleep
I wonder, will I ever rest?
I close my eyes so tight
but all I see on the curtain of my eyes
are the floating ghost
that look like bright lights
.
a spiral is a nice shape
round and round
up and down
three dimensional too
circles, they're ok
lines are cool
but, spirals-------------
-----(here, speechless)---
springy
active
and playful
dancing,
in graceful formulas,
spaciousness
and wonder
spirals wind,
and rewind
and remind me
of the universe
and my connection
with the ALL
and this,
by definition,
definitly
includes
you!
Your love asphyxiates, agitating
Stemming my breathe.
I'm struggling for air.
You apply more pressure,
an arm across my neck.
I'm gasping for freedom.
Suffocating, squeezing so tight,
You're afraid to release me,
Scared I'll take flight.
You overwhelm me.
I’m dizzy and confused,
Losing consciousness.
one more day
lost chord
is hidden in chaos --
perhaps chaos is lost chord
in disguise
I came into the world screaming
I may stay under protest
but --
listening to lost chord
while still here is
a wonder in itself
midst chaos' clamber
tune keeps me
present
one more day.
vcp
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