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Category Archives: writing poetry
A poem, an edit
A poem’s beginning is maybe a waking dream — expressed in words. Inside that beginning, the writer hides something secret, even from him- or herself. share?
Posted in ...shikara, conceptualizing, early poems, editing, evolution, rhythm, sonics, writing poetry
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Walking meditations
Kinhin… the doll in the corner recognizing the hero’s enemy who do we tell stories for? share?
Posted in conceptualizing, inspiration, rhythm, writing poetry
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Where to go: Haiga
Haiga share?
Posted in ...heath quinn blog, Wikipedia, writing poetry
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Tanka
31 morae, 5-7-5-7-7, or, roughly, short-long-short-long-long and this by Chen-ou Liu share?
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Writing poems
haikai haibun tanka prose haiku – 3 lines, 10 to 17 morae as roughly 5-7-5, about nature, with kireji and kigo senryū – 3 lines, 17 or fewer morae, about human foibles, cynical or darkly humorous, with no kireji (cutting … Continue reading
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Taking notes
Sometimes I get so dramamatic. Know what I mean? I think it’s insufficiently-focused energy, leaking out in words. I’m full of power, brilliance, wit and tenderness (hehehe, I’m so fine), but I hold it back most of the time. The … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, composing, conceptualizing, editing, ego, inspiration, rhythm, sonics, writing poetry
Tagged digital reader software, Frederick Seidel, having fun, Johanna Harness, multiple drafts, NaturalReader.com, note-taking, NY Times, perseverance, reading aloud, trusting the creative process, trusting the unconscious, using blogs for poem edits
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While you sleep
While you sleep, cicada songs rise and fall, a crow flies in from north-northeast, calling as it goes, redwood’s sweetness kisses the air, a harbor breeze brings drinks of bruised roses and salt, and eddies of leaves and white butterflies … Continue reading
Posted in ...writings2, composing, editing, inspiration, later poems, sonics, writing poetry
Tagged heat, love, roses, salt, sleep, summer, trust, wind
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Spelling your name, 3 drafts
Last night I fell asleep under only a sheet. There was a chill rain all night, and my windows were open. Later I woke from the cold. My right hand was tracing the name of the man I love in … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, conceptualizing, early poems, editing, inspiration, writing poetry
Tagged cuniform, love, name, touch
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Frederick Seidel, poetry, love
On the weekend, I read an article in the NYTimes about Frederick Seidel, whom I’d never heard of. He reads six of his own poems in a multimedia piece attached to the article. His six readings, which last less than … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, ...writers' work, editing, rhythm, sonics, writing poetry
Tagged Federick Seidel, love
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Tough love, 3 versions
(1) “Still in love?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. share?
Posted in ...Grafediting, composing, editing, writing poetry
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For the first time
For the first time, I face the edge of me & the world,drawn like a line of Conté red on pale paper:If I cross I’m dead. Holding my arms over bowed head, all these years of self defense,I didn’t know there was a line to see. I … Continue reading
Posted in ...hera's boat & Caferati, composing, conceptualizing, early poems, writing poetry
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There’s a room I keep for you (reworked)
There’s a room I keep for you in the woods near a spring, a mountain cabin with blued-edged corners, soft cream-colored walls, a lilac bush growing by the door. The door is never locked, though it has a key. The … Continue reading
Posted in ...hera's boat & Caferati, ...writers' advice, ...writers' work, early poems, editing, sonics, writing poetry
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Unpunctuated (reworked)
dark light frogs sing in the night of me tigers stroll in the crowns of trees my words slid from the strings of me lose softness in your strong square hands the hour is late tigers hunt frogs sing in … Continue reading
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Perfect (open-ended)
Two-thousand-meters-high icey-pristine. Soft, warm and welcome as mothers (can be). Powerful, valiant, just like my dad. Pear-sweet crisp-apple-ish classically bad. Noblesse oblige of the high-wired kind. A mind soaked in honesty, gulabi-style. Compassion in person for all that you meet. … Continue reading
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The jackal and the tigers
a jackal sniffing at tigers’ prey, surprised by the moon in the night, cries at the moon as if it’s a man. then it gnashes its teeth and eats. under the trees, the tigers recline, and watch the jackal feed. … Continue reading
Posted in ...heather quinn blog (wp), conceptualizing, early poems, editing, rhythm, writing poetry
Tagged cobra, jackal, moon, tiger, tree, water
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A wild house mouse
a mouse a mouse wild in the house clothed in velvet soft like a cat gray as a stone with apple-seed eyes looking for rice share?
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