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Walt Whitman Snippet Challenge, For the Poet in You! |
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Nov 9 03, 13:07
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Mosaic Master
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Hi all. YEP - here I go again! ???
I thought it might be fun to try and use several of Walt Whitman's Poetry snippets and form a new poem using partial lines from his various poems.
I will supply the lines. You can use them as the beginning of a line or mix them up as long as the snippets remain intact. Good luck!
Here are the snippets you must use in your poem (in any order). Feel free to rhyme or write free verse or any other type of poetry style to your liking! There are 12 snippets. You must use at least 8.
Cheers and good luck!
~Cleo :pharoah:
the bleeding drops spirit that trails hold me powerless her shrouded hope Swim the delicate Nature's pulses reaped there among the rocks when I sit alone the dalliance of in the starlight the gossamer thread Pour softly down
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Nov 9 03, 13:59
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NET BOUND
Pour softly down the gossamer threads that hold me powerless, the bleeding drops of dew. Once packaged, wrapped, I become her shrouded hope of supper, in the starlight there among the rocks.
Nature's pulses reaped: guilty, I, of the dalliance of the web, where and when I sit alone and apprehensive, til a flickering dusk signals my impending doom.
I am nothing if not the spirit that trails the thought, as I swim the delicate nets of ether, captured now as never before, like a fly trapped in deceitful spinnings;
now, by my sensor's tremblings, I feel the end is nigh, my fate's in spittle sealed, Ms. Spider's on the way .....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
Walt Whitman phrases used :
the gossamer thread Pour softly down hold me powerless the bleeding drops her shrouded hope in the starlight there among the rocks Nature's pulses reaped the dalliance of when I sit alone spirit that trails swim the delicate
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Nov 12 03, 13:59
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Sounds in the Dark
In the starlight of heaven and darkness when I sit alone, waiting for you, faint whispers that I hear pour softly down, voice so distant.
Your words, hold me powerless restrained, tense, there among the rocks, through the leaves and branches the bleeding drops, like lyrics of love.
I swim the delicate stream of trust, tread the gossamer thread of life, wonder if her shrouded hope will fail, that nature’s pulses reaped.
Yet in the dalliance of my life strong is the spirit that trails.
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Dec 6 03, 18:30
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Mosaic Master
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Real Name: Lori Kanter
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You two really have a knack for these challenges!
I shall have to write more then I see!
Now I know when my muse is on holiday, just where to bury my little head!
NO - not in the pyramids! :huh:
Excellent tiles!
:pharoah2 :dance: :operagal: :holly: :blueorn: :cheer:
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Dec 13 03, 03:01
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Real Name: Grace
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
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Attempting to write in the modern idiom.
Walt Whitman challenge
WAITING
the bleeding drops of tomato sauce creep across the formica surface
like a wounded spirit that trails its sanguine gore inexorably
to the edge of the precipice to pour softly down and pool
there among the rocks of unswept crumbs
here I sit alone waiting doodling mindlessly in the blood
at my feet, two audacious ants heroically swim the delicate tide
their efforts hold me powerless my judgement anaesthetized
with the dalliance of hope my mind screams “go now!”
I will give you just ten minutes and then I am leaving.
“All rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished work”
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Dec 13 03, 15:00
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ENDLESS WIND POWER
When I sit alone and contemplate what nature's pulses reaped, trying to swim the delicate reaches beyond the realms of breaking wind, that airless harvest does hold me powerless;
The gossamer thread of sanity, the bleeding drops of life I hold so dear, pour softly down the drains; as to my spirit, that trails along while the body gasps, for cleaner air;
Mother Nature sighs, accepts her gross mistake, there among the rocks and shards of failed experiments, her shrouded hope that the dalliance of her baser side, in the starlight, with a has-bean, might one day be forgotten .....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
Walt Whitman phrases used, by verse :
when I sit alone Nature's pulses reaped Swim the delicate hold me powerless
the gossamer thread the bleeding drops Pour softly down spirit that trails
there among the rocks her shrouded hope the dalliance of in the starlight
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Mar 27 16, 09:28
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Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
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Epitaph
Rhyme Royal Stanza
The bleeding drops pour softly down upon the gossamer thread of her shrouded hope and Nature’s pulses reaped what had been sown. For there, among the rocks, I see the scope of man’s demise. A greedy misanthrope! The dalliance of death’s spirit that trails will hold me powerless when mankind fails.
Snippets used: the bleeding drops, pour softly down, the gossamer thread, her shrouded hope, nature’s pulses reaped, there among the rocks, the dalliance of, spirit that trails, hold me powerless
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Mar 27 16, 14:16
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From: Time, Immoral
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Here's a quick snip for ya, Larry. I used longer lines in WW's style.
There among the rocks where time appears as but a spirit that trails like the gossamer thread through late September crimson afternoons, there, when I sit alone in the dalliance of Mother Nature's pulses, reaped and winnowed, I feel her shrouded hope, her veiled concern for creatures large and small.
There, in the bleeding drops of late September scarlet, I swim the delicate waters that pour softly down to a far-off bay; they hold me powerless like a farewell swan, and as the moon casts shadows over blue-green hilltops, I see in the starlight Mother Nature smiling, smiling, Mother Nature smiling in the starlight.
1. there among the rocks 2. spirit that trails 3. the gossamer thread 4. when I sit alone 5. the dalliance of 6. Nature's pulses reaped 7. her shrouded hope 8. the bleeding drops 9. swim the delicate 10. pour softly down 11. hold me powerless 12. in the starlight
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