Today
I live in a dictionary
With words as house mates
We’re building
Together
A poem
Called Meta
Composed of verses
It alphabetically speaks
In words
Reverse Mirror Cinquain/Meta poem
(One definition of Meta is: “pertaining to or noting an abstract, high-level analysis or commentary, especially one that consciously references something of its own type.”)
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 28–Prompt: write a Meta Poem
Poetry or Prose? Only the scholar knows what label thoughts on paper take or whether lines run together or break, the rules. Do I write to please a scholar, or to empty my head of floating syllables that wake me in the night? My answer is that I must ignor the scholar’s frown as I write down those words, thoughts, feelings in my head, waiting to be said, before they fly away to the land of dread, where they are doomed to fade away beneath piles of broken dreams and things unspoken, left to lie and die in the dust of lost opportunity and missed chance. Form can be a friend, I treasure it to no end, but there are times when thoughts run free and words won’t bend to fit in a syllabic line. So, prose then, can be my friend, as I randomly write into the night, words running ahead the thoughts in my head, tempting my fingers to tap the keys and create a space for them to live on paper.
Prose?
I think that i shall never see
Nor ever come to know
A time when I tire of poetry
And in it desire not to grow
Rhyme
Writer
Shares thoughts
In printed word
Informing, motivating, uplifting, entertaining
Needed
Poet
Creatively expresses
In this world
Poetic imagination through words
Valuable
Elevenie
Write, write, write,
From each morn til setting sun
Write, write, write,
Poet’s work is never done
Write, write, write, write
Tanka
“Poet? Surely not me!”
“A poet, never be!”
“Not a poet me.”
Rhyme by a poet
Rhymed Blank poem
(A little silly humor for your day!😊)
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 