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:
This spacial image is very interesting!
God bless you!
Cezar
Wow ..your snowball verses are wonderful!
You are so very talented! It's always a delight to visit and read/see what you've come up with next!
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