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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Weekend Writers' Retreat: more snowballs

Grandma, of Grandma's Goulash, hosts Weekend Writers' Retreat,
where we can have some fun showing off our new skills, or
reintroducing some of our old ones.

I was recently introduced to the French discipline of training writers to write better by giving them constraints—defined parameters within which to work and to write.
I was particularly taken with the "Snowball" poem wherein each line is one word, and each word is one letter longer than the previous line.
I don't think every poem has to begin with a one-letter word, which I have tried to do here, but I am just learning this new structure.

As you see, I started off with nine lines in my first Snowball, and the following three each have eleven lines. I think my mind boggles at the thought of 12-letter words, or, as they used to call them, "Ten dollar words."

I
am
out—
free,
alive,
seeing
wonders
wherever
perceived.

I
go
off,
down
steps,
toward
ravines:
admiring,
absorbing,
collecting,
discovering.

O
it
has
been
dizzy,
lovely
delight,
deciding
astrology
outsmarted
scientology.




O
on
top
they
place
padded
benches
randomly
assisting
population
continuation.

3 comments:

Cezar and Léia said...

This spacial image is very interesting!
God bless you!
Cezar

ladyfi said...

Wow ..your snowball verses are wonderful!

Misty Dawn said...

You are so very talented! It's always a delight to visit and read/see what you've come up with next!