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“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed.” -Ernest Hemingway Ten years old There is a wound that never heals A brown, crusty, scabrous shroud overlies it Like fragile bark on a young … Continue reading
I have been taking a class in Haiku on Allpoetry.com. The following is one of my completed assignments: ©Deborah Goschy
Today’s poem is written in the form of a Cinquain. A Cinquain is a traditional form of poetry first introduced by poet Adelaide Crapsey. An outgrowth of the Imagist movement in poetry, the form falls in with the first tenet of the … Continue reading
Today’s poem is a biopoem. A biopoem is a way to identify yourself through adjectives, relationships, likes, feelings, fears, needs, what you give to others, a goal, and the place where you live. Deborah Warm, Funny, Sensitive, Creative, Daughter of … Continue reading
For Mother’s Day an acrostic lauding mothers. Out of all of the roles I have or may yet fill, the role of mother will always be the most important to me. Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers out there!
My new word for the date is concatenate, the meaning of which is “to link together; unite in a series or a chain.” (My thanks to Dictionary.com).
Back to the tried and true Tanka form for today.