Bravo!!!..Neville, love this part.Let's concentrate on what we all like. Which surely must be, the mystical or magical way in which poetry speaks straight to the heart in a way no other speech can do.
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Re: haiku
Good on you Adam.....well..where is it ??? 

Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
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Next time my wife says to me " Talking to yourself again; the first sign of madness "
I can gently reply " Have you no appreciation for the fine art of soliloquy "
I can gently reply " Have you no appreciation for the fine art of soliloquy "

Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
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G'day...
I've tried Haikus as an exercise, even though I have an allergy to counting syllables. I know that a Haiku is not supposed to rhyme, but I found that my preference for rhyming poetry could not be suppressed...
Haiku Seasons…
(of Dreams)
Dream, for old times’ sake;
moonlight on Menindee Lake…
dreamers, though, must wake.
(of Light)
Summer…black crows caw.
Asphalt’s heat insults shod feet…
poor dog licks its paw.
(of Darkness)
Spiders in the night,
air-nets weaving, out of sight…
dew-gems greet first light.
(of Change)
“Never defeated!”
In the streets, it’s repeated…
despots unseated.
(of Death)
Pilot whales wallow
in the tidal pool’s hollow
-tragedies follow.
© Will Moody 2010
I've tried Haikus as an exercise, even though I have an allergy to counting syllables. I know that a Haiku is not supposed to rhyme, but I found that my preference for rhyming poetry could not be suppressed...
Haiku Seasons…
(of Dreams)
Dream, for old times’ sake;
moonlight on Menindee Lake…
dreamers, though, must wake.
(of Light)
Summer…black crows caw.
Asphalt’s heat insults shod feet…
poor dog licks its paw.
(of Darkness)
Spiders in the night,
air-nets weaving, out of sight…
dew-gems greet first light.
(of Change)
“Never defeated!”
In the streets, it’s repeated…
despots unseated.
(of Death)
Pilot whales wallow
in the tidal pool’s hollow
-tragedies follow.
© Will Moody 2010
"Each poet that I know (he said)
has something funny in his head..." CJD
has something funny in his head..." CJD