Short Exactness Poems
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New*
forms-
with old
rhythms in
a precise image.**
*hiku-tanka-American cinquain/cinqku/crystalline-lanterne-
** NOTABLY direct - few ( if any)adjectives -semantic exactness
specificity in poetry
narrows down possibility.
With this nonet, I portray
my theme as a word stream.
See it now narrow
as it flows with
exactness
to the
end.
April 17, 2019
exactness
is not always
possible
regimentation
is not always
the best
practice
openness
to the ebb and
flow is what
works best
keeping an open
mind is key
to a peaceful
coexistence
Right
Correct, Genuine
Impelling, Motivating, Affecting
Preciseness, Exactness, Absoluteness, Properness
Violating, Maligning, Defrauding
Amiss, Improper
Wrong
When you step back from the painting
and an exactness appears
being just as it is
inexplicable
then add nothing
or the soul of the image will be lost.
The ghost in the canvas
has revealed the ghost in your mind.
It has come through to be
an exceptionality.
When that happens
throw the brush away.
when am I in a raging sea
when am I in a towerless keep
you see the armies flanked around him
labelled with exactness
when am I on a mountain ledge
when am I on a broadsheet
a dozen more of liberty
a number for the free
when am I by solitude
when am I by genocide
walking through my lonely streets
I ask
when am I by me
No one has time to do anything tonight but work.
We are concentrating on the exactness of each movement.
Meticulously recreating the night sky, a united effort
No one wasting time to speak, whisper, all hands on deck.
The universe is counting on us patriots, so we work together.
Silently, stealthily, putting our differences aside for this night.
She is a perfectibilan Paula said
I laughed so hard, I hurt my head
No one is more of a perfectionist than she
Probably why she can never find an appropriate he
I am not kidding, everything in her world is precise
Her kitchen and bathroom are immaculate, which is nice
But she’s as much a perfectibilan as anyone
A stickler for exactness from sundown to sun
We may wonder if the painter sensed
that perfect revealing, that apogee,
and how it was understood
that all else,
anything now added,
would be a superfluous footnote.
When that exactness,
that 'just rightness'
arrives out of nowhere,
then
description and explanation
must stand just as needless prattle.
When the ineffable happens
it is time
to throw the brush away.
A glorious yellow sun
hot enough to burn, to
Scotch all life out of
existence. Yet if this
tremendous ball of gas
is of further distance into
the vast. Our beautiful blue
planet would be like a giant
marble, a ball of frozen glass.
This magnificent feat of exactness
is not by chance, look up take a
glance. Its perfection, perfect love
from above.
I have said "being" a thousand times
Without pausing to ponder
The exactness of its essence
Nor the wholeness of its wonder.
Mr. Webster gives it meaning
Far beyond touching and seeing.
A thought once thought has formed itself
And thus comes into being.
If it can be, it is a being.
It need not be seen nor heard.
Mere existence gives it substance,
Though it be a single word.