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Aug 9 03, 17:57
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Blank Verse is verse consisting of unrhymed lines, usually of iambic pentameter (a line to be scanned in five feet where each foot contains an unaccented syllable and an accented syllable). Many of the speeches in the plays of William Shakespeare are written in blank verse; this example is from Macbeth:
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
"And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep." —Shakespeare, The Tempest
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Aug 25 03, 11:12
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QUOTE (Cleo_Serapis @ Aug. 09 2003, 17:57) Blank Verse is verse consisting of unrhymed lines, usually of iambic pentameter (a line to be scanned in five feet where each foot contains an unaccented syllable and an accented syllable). Many of the speeches in the plays of William Shakespeare are written in blank verse; this example is from Macbeth:
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
"And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep." —Shakespeare, The Tempest Puget Catholic
In spite of a pervading sense of Bellevue in the land, I choose a different task. I wonder at that withdrawn gaze and rain-matted hair worn by Dogs, Old Walkers, and a few Loggers.
Walking, I breathe wind-blown ocean clouds, fog, rain-drops, and glacial ice half a mile thick making the land.
Of course, there are the Natives and their ways. Oily king salmon on cedar bark and smoky darkness with the family as winter drizzles it's cool quiet. Though not fierce as the Bella Coola they did send their enemies down Snoqualmie Falls tied to a log.
Fog obscures all but Raven croaks and this wooden forest giant a few yards away. The land takes away only dry warmth and sets the mind spinning.
I feel and imagine past and future and work to remain true to this quiet personality, this gray rain-shrouded mother church Puget Sound.
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Aug 25 03, 12:18
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Hello Brahms/Stephen!
It's so very nice to see a fellow Washingtonian! I'm from the " Great Nortwest" as well. Although I live in Louisiana at present. I just returned from vacation up in your neck of the woods. Spent two weeks on a boat in the glorious San Juan Islands and then a week in the Seattle area. I did make it over to the East side and managed a visit to Snoqualmie Falls.
I miss my home state very much and had to tell you that your poem surely captured the spirit of the place exquisitley. Thank you for posting and I'm looking forward to reading more of your splendid work!
Love and stuff, Morgan le Fay Mistress of Magic
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Aug 30 03, 07:37
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Hello Brahms! :cool: :sun:
I rally admire your piece here.
Though I have never been to the Puget Sound area, you've shared a piece of it with me through your words. :pharoah2
Your closing stanza is very telling!
Thanks for adding a tile to the Mosaic in style!
~Cleo :pharoah:
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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, 06:18
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No rhyme or reason – all I fire is blanks; life seems so pointless here without a slug! Friends wryly volunteer to punch me out; another drops a slimy creature off; and others bring a fifth… a case… a keg… when all I want’s real ammo for my gun, ‘cause firing ranges aren’t for shooting blanks!
Firing Lightly, Daniel :sun:
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Jul 17 04, 20:23
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On Golden Wings
I felt a fluttered breeze beside my ear and turning, glimpsed a pair of filmy wings of filament that shone like dew in sun and danced among the flowers for awhile;. then settled on a brown-eyed Susan where this butterfly displayed its golden pair and slowly fanned them while he paused to rest. While crouched upon a flower head, he turned revealing tangled locks of auburn hair cascading down to shade his amber eyes. His sturdy limbs were muscular and strong, appearing much like any other man. He surely was a fairy, I supposed. I never thought that fairies went unclothed.
By Susan Eckenrode.
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Jul 18 04, 02:34
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fascinating and revealing piece, Susan!
Bravo!
deLightingly, Daniel :sun:
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Jul 18 04, 06:52
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Very nice piece indeed Sue!
~Cleo :pharoah2
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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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Aug 12 04, 12:41
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Wouldn't think of questioning the greatness of W.S, but I'll stick to my favorite. Thanks for sharing this with us all CarrieAnn........
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Oct 11 04, 10:19
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Am I missing something here, Jim?! :upside:
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