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Sarah sits

silently smiling

sipping sugared spearmint

splendorous surroundings

supply soul sating sanctuary

stimulating scenery

sparks speculation

Sarah sits serenely

shepherding sagacity

scribbling; shaping stanzas solemnly 

strangers startle

sabotaging solitude

speaking, shrieking symphony

shatters silence

Sarah’s secret sanctuary spoiled

snarling sullenly

she stands suddenly

Sarah stormily saunters south

~Melanie Thomason

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pausing,

palms pocketed

privately pondering

perplexing problems

petrifying past programming

prostrates

Melanie Thomason

memories

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meandering memories mesmerize my mind

forgetting, fabricating favorable falsities 

painting palpable pictures

 lacking lucidity

♥

~Melanie Blackwell

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This photograph inspired the below so many thanks to Abe Kleinfeld of blogbyabe.com for allowing me to use it to illustrate.

Sarah sits

silently smiling

sipping sugared spearmint

splendorous surroundings

supply soul sating sanctuary

stimulating scenery

sparks speculation

Sarah sits serenely

shepherding sagacity

scribbling; shaping stanzas solemnly 

strangers startle

sabotaging solitude

speaking, shrieking symphony

shatters silence

Sarah’s secret sanctuary spoiled

snarling sullenly

she stands suddenly

Sarah stormily saunters south

~Melanie Blackwell

Poetry is art. Not a frog.

I’m a lover of words…writing them, reading them, hearing them…

And while I do not write as oft as I should, I do still consider myself a poet.

So it may surprise some to hear that one of the most difficult classes I ever had in college was a Poetry and Drama class!

The thorn in my side, if you will, was the damn “Poetry Explication” assignments.

I mean really..sight rhymes, slant rhymes, alliteration, assonance, onomatopoeia,  stressed and unstressed syllables, feet, meter, simile, metaphor, personification, hyperbole, understatement, etc., etc… and on and on…

BLAH!

Poetry is art and passion…it sings to the soul so why should I dissect someone’s work as if it were a frog? Who am I?

Some may think that is ridiculous but I felt and still do feel strongly about it.

I actually wrote a five-page paper for that class explaining why I would not, could not complete one of the assigned explications.

The teacher was not to happy (but I think she secretly respected me for it…).

So my advice…Read for yourself, think for yourself… What did the poem make you think?  What did it make you FEEL?

–Rant over.

~Melanie Blackwell