Well, my poetic friends, looks like we have come to the end
of "National Poetry Month." Kind of feels sad, doesn't it? I hope you
have had fun and will continue to write poetry – do some searches for various
types of poems. The list is endless (a little hyperbole for ya’).
I thought for the last day (although I may be on a roll and
continue to do poetry posts for a while (although NOT every day – phew!!) ~ Anyway,
the Questad Poem is a poem that brings it all together – many of the things we
have learned or practiced this month are contained in this unique and somewhat
uncommon poetry form. I have included a chart with details created by Carolyn Osborne,
a teacher.
Have fun – my poem for this form is just below the chart. ENJOY!!
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Directions
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Example |
Your Draft
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Title—topic of poem
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Cars
By Eric Harker
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2
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Personification
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They seem to sing when you rev up the engine
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3
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Hyperbole
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The sound is sweeter than honey
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4
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Alliteration
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Purring proudly like a pack of panthers
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5
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Onomatopoeia
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VROOM!
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6
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Metaphor
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It is a shiny dream in the eyes of a child,
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7
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Simile
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Speeding like the space shuttle
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8
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Imagery
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Gleaming with silvery metallic paint along a black road
of fragrant tar.
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NO idea why that one title header - example - is purple - go figure.
Anyway, I got the above chart from: Poetry Alternatives
(and if you go there – it will pull up a 22 page doc that has lots of poetry
forms and instructions) – for your continued poetry writing pleasure.
Heartsongs made visible,
Rising from the depths of my soul,
Pretty, poised parcels of perfection,
Pitter-patter through my mind.
Poems are microscopic slides of slices of my life,
Dancing through my days like a prima ballerina,
Revealing my authentic self; raw, vulnerable and honest.
© 2014 Stephanie Abney
It's been a GREAT month - thanks for participating!!
5 comments:
Dogs
A member of our family
There must be a million different breeds
One likes to sit under my feet like a footrest
Ruff!
They will listen to your problems no matter what
Another chases her tail like a spinning top
They all happily welcome me home each day with tails madly wagging!
Our Family Calendar
It grows events the way I grow weeds.
37 places to be on Thursday?
Rapidly running a reluctant race to retirement.
Whump.
A bump in the road.
Like hitting a brick wall.
The pages of my new book call to me and I must answer.
OCD
It wraps its fingers around her skull
Shooting thousands of intrusive thoughts inside,
Circling, cycling so subliminally until
SLAM!
It's a barred cage around her soul,
Squeezing life a fist held tight
Until the morn when sunlight fills her eyes again.
COLORS IN THE WIND
Kind Blue tries to blend into the blue-shot beyond.
Red is hotter than ruby blood, pump, pump, pumping through the universe' veins.
Green breathes silvery sylvan song into my ears, tickling.
Yellow, like bee-striped buzzing, tracking like sunflowers their deity across the golden sky.
Purple is a royal cloak, spread velvety over the jewel-studded hills.
Orange, like the blazing noon-day sun, sears truth into the eyes and mind.
But ah, Indigo! Indigo is mysterious, magical music dancing and skipping from star to star, its toes tipped in inky frost flowers. Indigo is the night sky just before the moon dips down into its daylight stall. Indigo sings through my mind and being, filling me with sparkling laughter.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy
As always, great poems. Thanks for participating this month. I hope you have enjoyed it. Cheers!!!
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