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Showing posts with label Pensives Poetic License. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pensives Poetic License. Show all posts

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Pensive poetry


Robin of Pensive has invented a new poetry form for the July
challenge, she has named this new
poetic form "The Pensive"
so join in the fun and
get all poetic.



What is a Pensieve? A titled, five-line poem; each line correlates to one of the five senses--sight, sound, scent, taste, touch--and describes the subject (title). The goal is for the reader to take on the poem as his own, being able to "experience" your subject through your words, by seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting and feeling what you described.



"Ode to the senses."

I see a note here from Pensive

And I hear just what it is that she thinks

Her idea has touched me, right where I live

I have so longed for the taste of success

Well here is my dismal effort, right here, and it stinks.





I sorta wanted to stick to some semblance of rhyming but in keeping

with the free flowing example I completely scrapped the meter, but

I think all the senses got a mention.


It is supposed to be a fun exercise isn't it?



Pop over Here and see what else has been written.








Friday, May 09, 2008

Pensives Poetic License


Robin the Pensive one has set the May Poetic challenge;

As far as theme, let's go with May celebrations--OF COURSE you know about Cinco de Mayo, Mother's Day and Memorial Day, but did you also know May celebrates Asparagus Month, National Bar-B-Que Month, National Hamburger Month and National Mental Health Month?


Fun was the theme (not talent) so here goes.


Hi, my name is Peter
I’m a champion Bar-B-Que eater
I’m a meat eater see no asparagus for me
Just a good old burger for tea.


There once was a lady named Robin
Who kept all the poets a bobbin’
For poems presented she promised no wealth
Just good fun and good mental health.


My oldest son’s name is Alan
He drinks asparagus juice by the gallon
Though he’s healthy and fit, his features are green
And by the gas he exudes, you know where he’s been.