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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Factors of Poetry

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Tempo is the speed of a poem.
It swings or slows according
to the poet's mood, words or
how he/she writes a specific

A party beat poem calls for a
jog. The stroll down memories
of great grandmother requies
a slower tempo. Some poets
naturally have a slower or
faster tempo.

You poems will tell, expose,

Slice-in a slower tempo between
paragraphs of faster tempo
poems. Add a dash of pepper
to slower tempo poems.

The objective is to have a
natural flow of poetry.

Lines Vary

Lines grab attention and then
stop. They develop into two
words, three words, five words
or more. Lines beat in tempo,
sway in rhythm and dance to
your beat. Lines jump into
essays, mark stanzas, take
paragraphs at will and knead

You, the poet, determine how
lines support, shape, your

Poems are centered, set to the
left or right margin. Simply,
be creative.

A Thought

Make a note of words, thoughts,
that tickle your interests.
Concentrate on what ignites your
creative flow. Let your thoughts
flow freely.

One Incident

When one incident or thought
helps you write a poem, don't
stop. Twirl the one incident into
as many poems as possible. I've
turned the poem "Auntee" into
several different poems, one

It's written in Free Verse.
Free Verse poems aren't set
in pattern or length.

Plopping dishes in the sink
Brought those last minutes back,
Of Auntee-
The blank stares,
She slapped hands over her ears
Fighting to block something.

Eyes darting around the room
Rolling to the floor,
Struggling for a hold-
But she lost

Now, Auntee have days
When she's not trembling in fear
Pacing from the loud voices
That reside in her head,
Or screaming at space.

Awakening to focus on me
Small glitter of childhood,
Just as it was--
Then the blank wall stands up.

Brings a smile to her lips,
While Buckle My Shoe
Puts glee in her eyes.

It's my turn
To care for Auntee,
With love.


I used a flashback in the following Free Verse poem.

Auntee stares became blank,
She slapped hands over ears
Fighting to block something.

Eyes darting around the room,
She folded to her knees
Struggling for a hold
Auntee Lost.

The moment peeled away
When her dish plopped to the floor.

Now, she has days
Of trembling in fear,

Pacing from loud voices
That reside in her head,
And screams at imaginary people.

It's my turn
To care for Auntee.

In closing, lines of poetry grab attention and pause. They develop into two words, three words, five words or more. Lines beat in tempo, sway in rhythm and dance to the beat.

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Marcella Glenn is a freelance writer who has written news reports, worked in an office, reviewed movies, published a newsletter and had her novel, "Grave Street House," published. She, too, is a Writing Consultant as well as a Personal Coach.

She has tried to go down some of life's other paths. A few paths were a mail-order business, the publishing of a pen-pal newsletter and selling plastic-ware. Only, she was back writing before realizing what she was doing.

She'd critique titles, paragraphs, news reports, that no one submitted to her. She'd stop herself, eventually. Marcella Glenn seemed to be enjoying the act of writing. This is how she knew writing was more than a hobby.

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