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December 11, 2015
Poetry Friday--"The Sun Rises"
For Thanksgiving, I spent two days in Jersey City. As a surburban dweller, Jersey City and Manhattan struck me as diverse, growing, and beautiful. Yet, the cities are also horrifyingly ugly in the contrasts between rich and poor, new and old, and, need I say it--barely sane and insane drivers.
I wrote a poem that at one point had four stanzas. I rewrote and trimmed it down to the thirteen lines you see here. I may have cut a bit too much? Perhaps I will rework it again. I'm not sure I've said what I wanted to say.
The photo was taken Thanksgiving morning, from the 22nd floor of our Jersey City hotel looking across to Manhattan. Photo and poem © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
Tara, at A Teaching Life is playing hostess today, and next week, the Poetry Friday Round-Up will take place here!
(I posted another view of the city in a haiga that used a photo of one of the old Jersey City buildings I noticed on a walk.)
I wrote a poem that at one point had four stanzas. I rewrote and trimmed it down to the thirteen lines you see here. I may have cut a bit too much? Perhaps I will rework it again. I'm not sure I've said what I wanted to say.
The photo was taken Thanksgiving morning, from the 22nd floor of our Jersey City hotel looking across to Manhattan. Photo and poem © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
Tara, at A Teaching Life is playing hostess today, and next week, the Poetry Friday Round-Up will take place here!
(I posted another view of the city in a haiga that used a photo of one of the old Jersey City buildings I noticed on a walk.)
December 8, 2015
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December 3, 2015
Poetry Friday--3D Printed Shadow Poems
I won't even pretend I understand how this works (despite the explanation in the article where I found this video), but I think it might be fun to write poems to float in a pond or pool. The terser the better!
Some thoughts: could the plastic words be anchored in some way to have the poem, as written, become part of the water? Could the plastic words be left to float untethered with the possibility that whole new poems could form? What would a buildup of algae do to the shadows? Poems could also be printed on artificial lily pads and anchored the way real waterlilies are. Makes me wish I had a pool of water to play with.
I checked through my files and found these water poems:
treading water...
a dragonfly alights
for a second
I used to visit relatives, who had a home on a lake, and I'd float on the water in an inner tube for hours. Dragonflies would often visit.
watering hole
reflections bend
reality--
a brief respite
from fate
A tanka rather than a haiku. I'm not quite sure what I meant when I wrote it, but I think it may have been a picture challenge. There was probably a prey animal drinking at a watering hole.
October dusk
three Canada geese
head for water
scudding clouds canoeist paddles faster
vernal pond...
swan dips its neck into
the sunset
And here are haiga I found:
Head over to Buffy's Blog where there's poetry galore being linked at the Round-Up.
Poems and haiga © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
December 1, 2015
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