Factors of Poetry

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Tempo

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
poem.

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,
tempo.

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
songs.

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

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
incident.

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.

Patty-Cake
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.

Flashback

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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