One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Fashion me your words to fold ~ RAINBOWS

And; while you are at it, here's Bob to serenade you.

So far, for the Year 2018, i have watched in awe [as if it were my very first viewing] SIX rainbow. I luv rainbows [and clouds][and February - my birth month]

My favourite fact about rainbows from 17 wonderfully curious facts about rainbows
a rainbow doesn’t even actually “exist,” … it’s not an object, it’s an optical phenomenon.

Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words FOLD INTO AS MANY COLOURS AS YOU WISH TO ASCRIBE TO YOUR RAINBOW.

Constraints! Constraints! The Fold [guidelines]

1. 11 lines
2. The end phrase of Line one repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3. The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There must be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet
5. More in depth instructions HERE
6. Fold origin HERE

I'll give you a bonus IF you fashion me also a paper one and share with your post


Here's you linky: Post; and read the poems of everyone else posted.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

The Poem as a One-Sided Conversation

Ever get the feeling you're talking to yourself?

Maybe you have long conversations with yourself....

Every Morning

I read the papers.
I unfold them and examine them in the sunlight.
The way the red mortars, in photographs,
arc down into neighborhoods
like stars, the way death
combs everything into a grey rubble before 
the camera moves on. What
dark part of my soul 
shivers: you don't want to know more 
about this. And then: you don't know anything
unless you do...

Read More of this poem by Mary Oliver.

Or say a lot but no one was listening?

Gertrude Stein by Pablo Picasso
Copyright of Meme: Stefan Stenudd
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Today, I wish for us to celebrate the poem as a one-sided conversation, written for a silent and even disinterested audience, because poetry is an aspect of individual creativity that goes beyond literary appreciation or criticism. We write because we think and the act of setting the words down shows that these thoughts matter, maybe to ourselves alone, maybe to someone else who happens to read them.