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Less is more

06-16-2009 at 08:34:34 AM

Less is more

Easy:
1.Must 5 lines
2.Cannot contain any pronouns
3.Must have a nature reference

Medium:
Must contain easy requirement and
no adjectives.

Hard:
Must contain easy and medium requirements and
no adverbs.






06-16-2009 at 08:36:19 AM

Re: Less is more

Here's my take....

Easy:

Morning rests hesitantly
in fancy coffee mugs
on dark oak dining tables

waking the diligents beside
newsprint and severed forests


Medium:

With head bowed
the boy wept

A bird amongst the
fallen acorns
in silence

06-18-2009 at 08:05:15 PM

Re: Less is more

Quote:
Originally Posted by FindingJune

Easy:
1.Must 5 lines
2.Cannot contain any pronouns
3.Must have a nature reference

Medium:
Must contain easy requirement and
no adjectives.

Hard:
Must contain easy and medium requirements and
no adverbs.




WHITETAIL LIFE

Rustling leaves...
A doe lifts head
Subsist by danger
Warned by breeze
Deer snort and run

Marcus Lewis
6/18/2009





tongue wink

Last edited by UnworthyFather 06-18-2009 at 08:06:35 PM

06-19-2009 at 12:46:53 PM

Comatose

My mind wanders aimlessly,
My head bobbles as a fan whirs...somewhere?
Dreams come in unison, sporadically.
I startle, as a bird flutters by the window,
Six rings of a phone...silence again, only louder.


kmooney
6-19-2009

Last edited by kmooney 06-19-2009 at 12:49:15 PM

06-19-2009 at 12:53:01 PM

Down de Ocean

A wave breaks as a seagull rises from the foam,
A sudden breeze suggests a possible storm.
The sun bakes the sand while clouds billow like lost balloons,
A distant ship rests in the palm of my hand,
Quiet is the only thing I hear...


kmooney
6-19-2009


06-20-2009 at 09:04:24 PM

Re: Less is more

Little black boy

Frozen strawberries
spotted porch
basketball
hankerchief
no love.
gulp

10-16-2009 at 01:51:31 AM

Clandestine


Cloaked in secrecy, codes concealed,
Confidential matters, purposes unrevealed,
Hidden cryptic messages, shrewd shrouded signs,
Forbidden formed relations, classified by design,
Enigmatic situations of the clandestine kind.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.