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Monday, May 9, 2016

Cinquain Poetry


To teach is not endless babble. Show the student the  point of the lesson, and then be quiet and let them fly.
The same goes for writing poetry. Some will soar sooner then others. Poetry is an art that must be learned in
one's own way, at their own speed.
On saying that, this is what I have been playing around with this week.

A Cinquain is a  five line poem that consists of

1st line- 2 syllables
2nd line- 4 syllables
3rd line- 6 syllables
4th line- 8 syllables
5th line- 2 syllables

Windy

Trees bowing low

Mighty storm is blowing

Angry gods rage throwing lightning

Calm now

And from this simple Cinquain comes this, which can be made as long or short as you wish.
I will be adding more to it for a future poem.

Trees bow low
Shaking fearfully

And angry gods throw lightening
As the mighty storm rages


Saturday, May 7, 2016

First Impressions


Like the saying goes, first impressions are usually the  right ones.
 I wrote this poem about my next door neighbors friend, who hangs out over there quite a bit.
He is a very interesting guy.
First Impression, hehe.



HIPPY

Blasting Hendrix tunes
Through an ancient radio
The round shades you wear
With that silly grin on your face

Weaving flowers through all your friends hair
Busily flashing the peace sign

Sitting in the sun
On that rickety dock
Yelling "peace" out your volks-van window
To all on the block


I have never seen anyone
As unique as you!

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Cento Poetry

It seems the old saying that you learn something new every day is really true, especially in writing poetry.
I accidently found this wonderful website called writeshop.com while just looking around for poetry blogs,
and it teaches how to write what is called Cento poetry. I have never heard of this, so I'm determined to
learn it! I'll be starting out using some of my owm poems, then will go from there. I'll list the poems I use
for each line, and be sure to check out this amazing website too! (writeshop.com). I will be doing more of
this also.

A cold wet rain falls unceasingly

Startling unsuspecting passers

Great shadow passes

as hushed tranquility descended.


staying in- Line 1

cloudburst- Line 2

she cries- Line 3

woodland song- Line 4