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VAL MAGNUSON
Cathedral Immured			

How ravishing you are! and how divine!
Your allegiance to true enlightenment, flawless-
How sweetly and gently you submit me to your heavens-

How splendid is even your faintest image
How artfully you camouflage yourself among the shadows
And mysteriously veil your countenance-

How gayly your sky ribbons sing at daybreak
How piercing your evening songs
How true you are and how imposing-

I travel your paths and ascend your peaks
I pass through your vales and within your cathedral immured 
I find your visions in golden states
I find delight in your mountains
And peace in your valleys
I see strength in your stone lines
How well I know your spirit-

You are fragile and mighty-
gentle and masterful,
receptive and inflexible,
serene and hidden-

I have crested your ocean
and meandered your streams
Eternity's voice is your mouth
I see time reflecting your melodies
In you, I hear life, speak to life

You invite me to your spring
And lead me into your meadow
I open the transoms and portals of my soul
to you-

I love your Voices,
Your trinity:
Quill, Ink, and Vellum
I love you,
Poetry


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STEVE GILLMAN
MECHANICAL POETRY - Part 3

Have you ever read the lyrics of a Simon and Garfunkle song? Pure poetry. Want to write poems like that? Start copying them. Let me explain.

Creativity is somewhat of a myth. It isn't that it doesn't exist, but people's ideas about it are mis-informed. Many believe that to be creative is to come up with something completely new. There isn't an artist or inventor out there who has done this.

Somebody had to write the first four-line verse or haiku poem, right? Now is everyone that uses these forms an uncreative copy-cat? No, of course not. We must copy forms, general ideas and techniques, so why not do it more systematically?

Poem Writing Tricks

Copy a poem you like, and then play with the elements. Part of the beauty of a poem is its structure and rhythm. Why not insert your own words into that, to see what happens?

Here is the last part of a poem titled "Gratitude." It started by painting a picture of the mountains,and then;

Words fail, as they should...
So there is nothing to say.
There is nothing to say.
There is nothing.
Is nothing.
Nothing....
But gratitude ..

Now, if you take the general "gimmick" of the diminishing lines, you could insert all sorts of thoughts. An example: ..

Pain returns, as it must....
And to where can I turn for relief?.
To where can I turn?.
Where can I?.
Where? .
But to life ..

Shameless? No more so than the second time somebody wrote a four-line verse. New words have created a new poem. In the context of a longer poem, this copying of form in one verse might not even be noticed. ..

What is creativity if you don't create something? Use whatever tricks and techniques you need to start creating poetry.


Steve Gillman has been playing with poetry for thirty years. He and his wife Ana created the game "Deal-A-Poem," which can be accessed for free at: http://www.dealapoem.com

The novice copying the masters is a long established tradition. JH

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ABIGAIL B. CALKIN
The Washout			

On the edge of the creekbed washout
lay the carcassed head of a horse.
On the dried blood
of the stump of her neck
on her white blazed nose
in her nostrils
on her tongue
in her ears
on her eyes
thousands of white segmented maggots
wormed one over another 
greedily searching 
still fresh meat.
Black flies, blue flies, yellow jackets
dove in the white heat of day to feast
their small buzzing bodies on the blazed head.


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