Posts Tagged ‘Vision poem’

Come See My Garden (poem)

April 21, 2018

Here’s a poem for any kids who love the garden.

In my garden
everything grows;
I planted straw,
I planted stones.
I planted candy
and moonlight too.
I planted laughs
and the color blue.
I planted clods
that sprouted shoots.
Come see my garden.
It’s all in bloom!

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More Vision Poems

January 25, 2015

WHAT IS A VISION POEM? (intro from Musea issue on Vision Poetry)
WARNING: This is not ‘Poetry 101’. This is advanced. Vision Poetry does not rhyme (most of the time), and it’s not what you are used to. If for any reason, after reading two or three of these short poems, you don’t ‘GET IT’; please, fold up the zine page , replace it on the stack where you found it, and slowly back away from your computer.

Now that we’ve gotten rid of the neophytes, let’s continue. Vision poems are part koan, part hallucination, part vision, slightly enlightening, and peppered with occasional eureka moments. They are word pictures, dreams, fantasies, jokes, lightning strikes, and kafkaesque situations. Read them with a sense of adventure. Then see if the startling images – somewhat like what a painter might see in his mind before beginning his new work – suggests anything deeper or more profound. Enjoy and let me hear what you think.

3 tree orchard

blue arm
blue hand

she wore
a veil
of stars

the model train
has model smoke

I imagined a professional clothes line,
one thousand white ropes taut and cross crossing
acres of a hillside;
a heavenly wafting wind rippling fragrance,
a flapping, fiber, quick dying, engine.

What’s a Quatro/Readymade/Vision – poem?

August 27, 2014

WHATS A …

1. QUATRO
2. VISION POEM
3. READY MADE

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What is a QUATRO. It’s a new type of very very short poetry that usually compares two things, in a haiku – way, packing a lot of meaning in a very small amount of words. There is usually a very real comparison, and behind it a 2nd deeper meaning

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WHAT IS A VISION POEM? (intro from Musea issue on Vision Poetry)
WARNING: This is not ‘Poetry 101’. This is advanced. Vision Poetry does not rhyme (most of the time), and it’s not what you are used to. If for any reason, after reading two or three of these short poems, you don’t ‘GET IT’; please, fold up the zine page , replace it on the stack where you found it, and slowly back away from your computer.

Now that we’ve gotten rid of the neophytes, let’s continue. Vision poems are part koan, part hallucination, part vision, slightly enlightening, and peppered with occasional eureka moments. They are word pictures, dreams, fantasies, jokes, lightning strikes, and kafkaesque situations. Read them with a sense of adventure. Then see if the startling images – somewhat like what a painter might see in his mind before beginning his new work – suggests anything deeper or more profound. Enjoy and let me hear what you think.

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WHAT’S A READY MADE. It’s a poem found in the prose of other writers. It’s a passage so good, that it deserves to be highlighted and given it’s own space.

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Vision Poems

August 19, 2014

WHAT IS A VISION POEM? (intro from Musea issue on Vision Poetry)
WARNING: This is not ‘Poetry 101’. This is advanced. Vision Poetry does not rhyme (most of the time), and it’s not what you are used to. If for any reason, after reading two or three of these short poems, you don’t ‘GET IT’; please, fold up the zine page , replace it on the stack where you found it, and slowly back away from your computer.

Now that we’ve gotten rid of the neophytes, let’s continue. Vision poems are part koan, part hallucination, part vision, slightly enlightening, and peppered with occasional eureka moments. They are word pictures, dreams, fantasies, jokes, lightning strikes, and kafkaesque situations. Read them with a sense of adventure. Then see if the startling images – somewhat like what a painter might see in his mind before beginning his new work – suggests anything deeper or more profound. Enjoy and let me hear what you think.

 

the Priest wore
a robe of stars

she taped
an autumn leaf
to the middle
of every window

they named it
Renoir’s factory
two tall chimneys
pouring out smoke
no machines
empty rooms
except for his paintings
lining the walls.

they built a dome,
a clear amber dome,
over the roofs of the
seven churches.

Willie Loman passed Blanche Dubois
at the train station.

the labyrinth
of grey stone walls
had bas reliefs
of dancing divinities
with here and there
a high oil lamp
that bathed life
into the sculptures
as the flames flitted
across the figures

What do birds
think of angels?

horse turning around
Moon in the sky

I saw in the future
where they freeze their bird songs
and then thaw them out
in a most pleasing order.

Two Poems for Spring

March 20, 2013

Two POEMS plus notes
1. [Zen-ish]

my head’s
become
weightless

2. [vision poem – and a good one for spring]

… and I saw a field
of box shaped blossoms
that fit together
into one big flower
when all their sides
leaned together
in just the exact
amount of wind!


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