Tag: poetry
member name: Susan Budig
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December 23, 2009 04:47 AM EST --
Tracy Fishman dithered for only a second before striking a match on a remnant of sandpaper, causing the phosphorous head to explode into brilliant flame giving her heat as well as . . .
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November 02, 2008 03:22 PM EST --
I wear my desire
Like a tattoo on my wrist
Like a washcloth hanging over the kitchen sink tap
Like pea vine tendrils cutting through snow.
I wear my desire in the palm of my hand
Held . . .
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September 30, 2009 02:45 PM EDT --
This form will be very approachable, but what I'm going to ask you each to do might be a challenge. Quite likely many of you have written dramatic monologues to some degree. See . . .
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October 24, 2009 10:53 PM EDT --
My dramatic monologue is too long to upload to Gather. I've put it on Youtube; you can watch it there if you'd like.
Corner of Juniper and Fourth
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December 01, 2009 01:11 AM EST --
Because December is a month of emotional excitement for many, the form that I present to you will be one that makes you sit and count on your fingers and say words out loud trying to find a simple, . . .
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December 05, 2009 03:35 AM EST --
My clutched and folded map Stamped to fill every gap. Each space Marked soundly, all in place Each letter, none erased--success! This game, I did obsess Of that, I must profess. And now My wrinkled . . .
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September 09, 2009 01:14 AM EDT --
"A glass of water, s'il vous plait, sir?" she asked in a voice quite humble. He stared as if she were a Wiccan faerie, then tossed in the air his baseball. "Get the bloody water youse-self, ye bitch," . . .
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December 07, 2009 03:11 PM EST --
The value of my tea, And chamomile is key to drink, Loses essence, I think If poured into the sink or gulped. Serenity is sculpt, But in haste rendered null and void When, like tea leaves, destroyed. . . .
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April 28, 2009 05:33 PM EDT --
Since I'm not selling anything, no purchase necessary, I think I'll post this. And sorry about the too-big-picture, I'm not savvy with technology.
Hope you can . . .
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July 08, 2008 01:02 PM EDT --
I forgot to link y'all to this: How To Write a Sestina
Try it, you'll be glad you did.
No one
Can write a poem using two
Hands, a sheet of . . .
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January 16, 2009 12:34 PM EST --
I never saw a moor
Her words confirm with certainty
I never saw the sea
My God waits upon the shore
We build a wordless rapport
Using names of she and he
Interchangeably
We encompass . . .
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April 14, 2009 01:40 AM EDT --
April is a month for counting. How many Easter eggs in my basket? How many more weeks of school? How many more minutes of daylight each day? For those in the USA, we . . .
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January 26, 2009 03:19 AM EST --
At the Wake
Sally kept fingering Betilda's diamond ring
She was small and no one kept an eye on her
Except Henry and he eyed her with expectation
He was even younger and . . .
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September 13, 2009 02:55 AM EDT --
Sail Away
I’ve had my ear to the rail forty-six days and counting. Three yards up the line, my sister huddles, waiting, same as me.
Hearing something I jerk my head up, study the horizon. . . .
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November 23, 2009 01:52 PM EST --
Act blasé.
Craft deftly.
Earn fabulous gifts however I justifyingly know.
Lasciviously mention names of people.
Quickly read salacious tales.
Utilize voluptous women.
X-tasy: . . .
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December 18, 2009 06:50 PM EST --
We wait, as Christians, for a miracle particularly during this time of Lent. And we wait, as a family, for a miracle for Jaci. I don't know the shape of that event. It might be in a healed body. Or it . . .
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October 20, 2009 03:27 PM EDT --
Although I scrubbed with energy, the marks remain On windows free of grime, streakless, opaque How beauteous my life looks, yet all is vain.
Birds twitter, raucous chirping, in disdain Dropping ordure . . .
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November 28, 2008 11:42 PM EST --
There's a lot of chatter about the merits of poetry over on this article by Time Heals. It prompts me to ask:
What's your favorite Gather poem? Or, if you can't think in . . .
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June 07, 2009 01:08 AM EDT --
A triolet , a French-developed poetic form, repeats one particular line three times, hence its name. Because of the repetition, something that haunts you or dwells in you like an obsession--and . . .
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October 07, 2009 01:47 AM EDT --
Felicity
Felicity was the girl everyone wanted to pick
on because she was slow that way,
you know what I mean.
And one time, when she was playing
right . . .
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