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Vision Poems

March 27, 2018

What is a VISION POEM?
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 white stones
began to float
rise up and
turn to stars

Year of the too close Moon.

My garden decided
it didn’t need me!

I imagined an orchard
in full bloom
and an orchard behind it
and an orchard behind it
and …

howling wind in a
haunted wood…

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Vision Poems (another group)

September 9, 2014

VISION POEMS

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.


she taped
an autumn leaf
to the middle
of every window

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?

the Priest wore
a robe of stars

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 on Angels

January 10, 2014

“Angel! Angel!
I want to touch your wings!”
(How many stories
could those quills write?)

..

The angel raised her hand!
The bells began to ring!
My heart began to race!
The choir began to sing!

Eight Quatros (collect them all)

January 27, 2013

violin muted
tears dried

the meaning
echoes after

the zen
of waiting

the wings
of lightning

grey flowers
bees of ash

spring
an alarm clock

Sun hums
Moon murmurs

being in love
glissandro!

 

Quatro (4 word poem): My Heart

January 25, 2013

 

My heart’s

not here.

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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. I see many readers seem to like these – great! Pass your favorites around if you want – Tom Hendricks


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