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Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Activity: hybrid Hay(na)ku & Exquisite Corpse with Word List
We combined the Hay(na)ku poetry form (six word tercets with no more than three words on a line) and an Exquisite Corpse (every participant adding one line to the poem, passing and repeating) with a word list to form the following poetrycicles (Oh! Look. I just invented another pwoermd!). Some of the words are pictured and some are lost for all time. Instead of just writing one line, each writer wrote a complete tercet, leaving only the last line of the previous tercet exposed, before passing the poem to the next person. All of the people who posted responses participated.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Exquisite Corpse Poem
Last week we wrote an exquisite corpse poem. Each line had to contain one of the following words: crash, flower, canvas, snap, turn or sleep.
Noor Al Thani
SomayaDorzadeh
Bob Marcacci
silence crashed down around us
the flowers are colorful in the forest
like the colors used in a canvas
in a field of flowers
sometimes we have to turn back to make up things
like restoring an artwork or a blank canvas
whose turn was it? she thought
sleeping eight hours a day is what makes you fresh in the morning
*
I always draw nature on a canvas
to me it resembles sleep
we turn over in our sheets and dream
students sleep late every day to finish their homework
crashing instantly afterwards
a sleeping cat rushed out from under the table
drawing on canvas is what makes your art beautiful
it resembles flowers full of life and color
*
their stems snapped and left its part behind
we slept on the fragments
the driver crashed his car while driving
driving over the breathtaking flowers
I thought, "this would make a great snap" and took out my phone
I do not take snaps because I think it is a waste of time
it drives me away from sleep and ruins my eyes
snaps the cord and reminds me who I really am
Noor Al Thani
SomayaDorzadeh
Bob Marcacci
silence crashed down around us
the flowers are colorful in the forest
like the colors used in a canvas
in a field of flowers
sometimes we have to turn back to make up things
like restoring an artwork or a blank canvas
whose turn was it? she thought
sleeping eight hours a day is what makes you fresh in the morning
*
I always draw nature on a canvas
to me it resembles sleep
we turn over in our sheets and dream
students sleep late every day to finish their homework
crashing instantly afterwards
a sleeping cat rushed out from under the table
drawing on canvas is what makes your art beautiful
it resembles flowers full of life and color
*
their stems snapped and left its part behind
we slept on the fragments
the driver crashed his car while driving
driving over the breathtaking flowers
I thought, "this would make a great snap" and took out my phone
I do not take snaps because I think it is a waste of time
it drives me away from sleep and ruins my eyes
snaps the cord and reminds me who I really am
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