What a Poem Can Be
a poem is nothing more than letters that become nothing more than words that become nothing more than lines that become nothing more than stanzas that become something more than the rhythms of a writer's heart that then become a poem
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/what-a-poem-can-do-poem/
a poem is nothing more than letters that become nothing more than words that become nothing more than lines that become nothing more than stanzas that become something more than the rhythms of a writer's heart that then become a poem
for #verselove (What a poem can do) https://www.ethicalela.com/what-a-poem-can-do-poem/
When I'm by myself and I close my eyes I'm singing sound I'm forever bound by possibility I'm the rolling sea I'm tossing waves to you, from me, I'm the ink, dried, to show I've tried I’m whatever I want to be And anything I care to be And when I open my eyes What I care to be Is me
for #verselove (“By Myself” format) https://www.ethicalela.com/by-my-self-love/
Th This place i This place is blank space _______ | | | | _______ I've forgot I've forgotten I've forgotten to \erase\
these and other words, just in case
Found Poem
Living in mediated worlds: We're no longer text-only as we experience this reality, daily, with gifs, memes, selfies, videos, and podcasts but still, but still, but still: we broadcast through the modality of written language
for #verselove a found poem from one paragraph of NCTE's Media Education in English Language Arts statement https://ncte.org/statement/media_education/
Making Compost
Add oxygen: easier said than done
Turn frequently: pitch-forking, for fun
Mix in water: Open up, let the sky run
Spread liberally: a garden, just begun
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/scientific-method/
This word all alone
imagining buds on trees, the grass covering the dust of winter
re-new-ing re-knew-ing
How many words have been tossed away? Composted, turned, reborn ...
and now, we've gone and lost the poem to a page break /
broken thoughts
for #verselove (annotation poem) using ee cumming's “in/Spring comes” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=25264 https://www.ethicalela.com/found-annotations/
Broken songbird - our future still sings your song:
With mending on melody With the heroics of harmony
We, too, fly
Songbird of the sky, though trapped by time, we still will sing your song
for #verselove (and metaphor dice: Broken/Song bird/The Future) https://www.ethicalela.com/rolling-the-dice/
Tomato soup, its companion, in a mug, thick, if you please
And at its side, sliced in half, the sandwich: grilled cheese
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/all-things-cheese/
Mountains hide as boulders here, a haphazard trail of broken stone abandoned by glaciers not even listening anymore: these shattered pieces, scattered, like toys in a boy's room
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/when-you-need-a-break-go-to-a-place-of-comfort/