Write Lightning is a blog from writer Deb Thompson.
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(Some links or topics may not be completely kid-appropriate.)
Mon, Dec 06 2010
Visual poetry and irony and all that literary stuff
Blogging is the first to suffer lately when writing time is pinched. It's really too bad, because I've seen a lot of visual poetry in recent days. There was the dark, dusty car up on blocks, sporting an expired license plate tag, parked beside a pristine white picket fence and perfectly trimmed front yard. There were "Mutt and Jeff" dogs being walked on a leash by our neighbor, with the larger dog straining to get close for a rub of the ears and the smaller dog holding back a bit, wanting to get in on the love, but fearful I wouldn't be as friendly as I appeared to be with his brother. There was the lady in the Denny's who was leaving with her companion as we ate breakfast for dinner, with her hair looking so professional, but her skin-tight pants making her ample derriere depart with more cheeky humor than seduction. Was that her intent? I suppose we dining types will never know. But when strangers exchange looks and smiles, it's a silent language that everybody understands.
Life is full of poetry and not all poetry is expressed well in words. And some visual poetic moments can be plucked from a day without adding up to what a day is really all about. But that's all right. Poetry is just as cheeky and ample as that restaurant guest's derriere.
posted at: 22:08 | category: /Writing Life | link to this entry
Blogging is the first to suffer lately when writing time is pinched. It's really too bad, because I've seen a lot of visual poetry in recent days. There was the dark, dusty car up on blocks, sporting an expired license plate tag, parked beside a pristine white picket fence and perfectly trimmed front yard. There were "Mutt and Jeff" dogs being walked on a leash by our neighbor, with the larger dog straining to get close for a rub of the ears and the smaller dog holding back a bit, wanting to get in on the love, but fearful I wouldn't be as friendly as I appeared to be with his brother. There was the lady in the Denny's who was leaving with her companion as we ate breakfast for dinner, with her hair looking so professional, but her skin-tight pants making her ample derriere depart with more cheeky humor than seduction. Was that her intent? I suppose we dining types will never know. But when strangers exchange looks and smiles, it's a silent language that everybody understands.
Life is full of poetry and not all poetry is expressed well in words. And some visual poetic moments can be plucked from a day without adding up to what a day is really all about. But that's all right. Poetry is just as cheeky and ample as that restaurant guest's derriere.
posted at: 22:08 | category: /Writing Life | link to this entry
