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Our Final Challenge – Shape Up | Mixed Media Monday - Monthly
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Mixed Media Monday – Monthly. A new challenge is posted on the first Monday of each month. Laquo; Size Matters Sampler. Art of the Month – Shape Up. Our Final Challenge – Shape Up. For our final challenge, I would like you to work on a shape that you find pleasing and/or challenging. Don’t forget to check back at the end of the month to see the sampler and Art of the Week. There are lots of other wonderful challenge blogs for you to play in, and I am sure we will see each other at some of them🙂. I am so...
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Practicing Poetry: inadequate letters
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Carl Sandburg. Wednesday, December 22, 2010. There are no letters. That can represent any sound. Cant put them together. The wind rustling through the trees. A bird can be heard. Those letters and their sounds are not. A child turning a wind up toy-. Crank, craank, craaank,. A lawnmower is enters the setting. It is far away, unseen,. A coming and going sound. Like a mosquito that moves to and from your ear. The whooooossshhhhh of the trees. Or is it tiwt tiwt?
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Practicing Poetry: October 2010
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Carl Sandburg. Tuesday, October 5, 2010. I could never be alone with. There is always a noise. I hear leaves rustling from the. And the sounds of cars. By, and if it is too. Quiet, I will turn the tv on low -or. Music and I don't really even pay attention to either. I could never really be alone with. So I had babies,. One after another,. Until I became too. Old And then I got a dog to try to fill the. In my heart, that only those babies could fill. Well, now,.
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Practicing Poetry: calendar days
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Carl Sandburg. Saturday, June 18, 2011. Sprinklers go on and off, not turned on by human hands. I watch from the window,. Mourn a summer not yet gone. Tiny birds travel about, low to the ground, enjoying the machinery. That has allowed them rain. They fly to and fro. I never bought the pansies or the impatiens. For our balcony ledge,. And it is too early for pumpkins. Geese left loudly - four nights ago. Last night, we heard the crickets,. It's too soon,.
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Practicing Poetry: December 2010
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Carl Sandburg. Wednesday, December 22, 2010. My daughter's first poem. Angel I I I I. Sand who angels like it. Tape things that are broken. Sunshine Day she like the sun smile at her. Icecream, she likes vanilla icecream. Angel's name is Anastasia. There are no letters. That can represent any sound. Cant put them together. The wind rustling through the trees. A bird can be heard. Those letters and their sounds are not. A child turning a wind up toy-. The child...
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Practicing Poetry: Photos
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Carl Sandburg. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Comments, suggestions, and even criticism (of the productive sort) are not only welcomed but greatly appreciated. The Poets Portable Handbook. Raw and naked prose poems. The Path of the Firefly. My writing in another spot:. View my complete profile. Blogs I recommend of an artistic/ literacy nature. This Is Not My Day Job. Dancing With The Waves Of The Sea’©2009. Online Casino and Roulette. Explore your creative side:.
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It can’t sound like that. | The ArtLoveMagic Blog
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An artistic philosphy of love and magic – with pictures! Laquo; Playdough’s HOTDOGGIN’ on some Dallas Hip Hop. Artist Spotlight: Ashley Jones. It can’t sound like that. Post by Michael Lagocki. We saw Lauryn Hill at House of Blues last night. I’ve always loved her work, and while these days 90% of the music that gets me out to venues is local, I couldn’t resist going to see L. Okay (see, bitching is contagious- don’t do it). What was I really writing about? Oh yeah, sound. Look… musicians… it...What is t...
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Practicing Poetry: Spring Bliss
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Carl Sandburg. Saturday, May 14, 2011. Some trees blossom with beautiful vibrant flowers every Spring,. It can happen overnight. One day the trees display themselves bare and gray,. Reaching towards a similar gray sky, one can feel winter’s sting-. Colorless and still, a sky and a tree, a seemingly sad despondent way to pray. A watcher can get deceived, entrenched in his or her own mind trap. The earth has buried life, for protection with a warm woolen cap,.
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Practicing Poetry: Inspiration
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Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Carl Sandburg. This is the page where I hope to come up with some good practice exercises to inspire new poems into creation. Have a good technique you would like to share? Send me an email at jnsmorrow@gmail. com, and I will be sure to post. Send me a link to your blog and/or website and I will post that as well. 1 Write a list poem . A list poem is made up of a list of items or events. It can be any length. It can be rhymed or unrhymed. This Is Not My Day Job.
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