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This week let’s write a poem about the middle. Middle of what? I don’t care. Middle Class, Middle Earth, Middle Ages, Middle Anything or just write a poem with no beginning and no ending, just a middle. Post your results below.
This week let’s write a driving poem or maybe a nobody’s driving poem. A couple of weeks ago Living Poetry attended a Science Cafe at the NC Museum of Natural Sciences where we heard a lecture on self-driving cars. Tara Lynne Groth, Anna Weaver and I wrote poems during the presentation and read them to … Continue reading
This week let’s write a poem about television. It could something general about the vast wasteland or something specific about a certain show, episode or moment delivered into your home from a cable, a satellite over simply over the air. I’ll post my television poem to my blog later today.
Roger Hodgson of Supertramp wrote The Logical Song so let’s write an analytical poem this week. It seems rather unpoetic, doesn’t it? Consider that on definition of analysis is “the separation of a whole into its constituents for examination and interpretation”. Isn’t that also one definition of poetry? I’ll be posting my analytical poem to … Continue reading
This week let’s write an ordinary poem. It could be about an ordinary day, an ordinary event, an ordinary life. Nothing spectacular, nothing fancy, just an ordinary poem.
This week let’s write a poem about tuning. It could be about tuning a musical instrument, tuning a car, a radio or even tuning up the human body with exercise and eating right. Here’s a quick poem I scribbled out which I’ll be submitting to my monthly workshop for review and fine tuning. Getting … Continue reading
Let’s write a poem about poverty this week. It could be about a poverty of ideas or morals or, of course, the obvious: a lack of wealth. Below is a poem I wrote while I was in Brazil for a month during the 2014 World Cup. Salvador da Bahia Without much effort I chose not … Continue reading
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