eap(eep) is a list cinquain where L1 is a statement followed by rhymed L2-5 that amplify the statment with words introduced by 'in the' by the ' of the'.I labelled this an eap after Edgar Allan Poe as it is inspired by sililoqy in this format in the conclusion of his essay Poetic Principle.
A couple of my examples -
eap-BEAUTY
A poet see beauty:
in the field of corn
in the mist-filled dawn
in the face care-worn
in the image still-born
eap -ART
The artist creates art:
with the portrait passe
in the still life display
of the abstract soufle
in the objets trouve
A poet is enlightened
by the
chance remark
in the
shadowed dark
by the
song of the lark
in the
image,stark
eap-BEAUTY
A poet see beauty:
in the field of corn
in the mist-filled dawn
in the face care-worn
in the image still-born
eap(eep) is a list cinquain where L1 is a statement followed by rhymed L2-5 that amplify the statment with words introduced by 'in the' by the ' of the'.I labelled this an eap after Edgar Allan Poe as it is inspired by sililoqy in this format in the conclusion of his essay Poetic Principle.
Edgar Allan Poe
Seems cold as snow
Brilliant and kinda creepy
Maybe he was just sleepy
Love is all good;
With the hearts filled with yearning
And the ever-constant pining
In the equation two are finding
By the similar emotions displaying
an ode to Poe: in the lines curiously few
with the humble poetic due by the mysterious quote too as the wings of Lenore flew
and the resounding door’s bitter brew
The poet hears silence;
in the eyes of grief
within the clouds motif
in the falling leaf
of the haiku,brief
Legend has said, he left his bed, and slept outdoors instead:
With the rustling leaves of green and yellow
And the sky lark singing soft and mellow
In the shelter of a weeping willow
As the meadow grass became his pillow
For Brian Strand's contest: "Rhyme Time"
The blood boiled
In the pit of frustration set ablaze
With the wrath and the rage of the day’s
Constant commotion—can’t clear the haze
Of chaos causing and creating this craze.
The rain continues to plummet and fall
And the gray of the day looks like it will never go away.
I long for the boisterous blue of a hot summer’s day.
It seems our shy sun has wandered and meandered astray
From today’s and tomorrow’s forecast much to my dismay.
A few days after Big Daddy's death
In the night don't really know if asleep
And the man appeared to me, spoke deep
Of the assurance the he's alright, so sleep
In the vision he said I'm free, no pain, don't weep
A ship tossed like a cork with the wind
And the waves lapping in the gale
As the creator never fails
with the lungs exhale
the salty spray of the whale's tail.
Inspired by Brian
Brian, poet inspirational
With the words and knowledge of Aristotle
And the endurance of Job, above all
In the bonnie country, UK's drawl
With the grace of Lauren Bacall
For Brian's contest eap, thanks for all the inspirational contests!!
The dove of the night has flown
With the whirr of his wings a song
By the early light his coo no wrong
And the signs of spring reminds us strong
As the cold lingers on, could he be gone
Once again...I open up my mailbox...and peek inside.
In the mailbox, I look with hopeful expectation
By the possibility of a greeting or a salutation....
With the realization and disappointing frustration
Of the discovery, there are only bills,... junk mail,..and annoying solicitations!!
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