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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA 
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IMPRESSIONISTIC POETRY Impressionistic poetry gives a broad idea rather than a particular description, for it is based on an impression as opposed to reason or fact. To write in an impressionistic way, a poet must interpret this impression rather than capture reality. This can be done in many ways. For instance, one can imply a response to a feeling rather than describe the feeling, or mirror not an object but a reaction to an object, or write about some indistinct notion or recollection in a fluid, richly colored way. This does not mean that the poet must forget the importance of precise construction and form, but merely gather and interpret impressions. Example: ingénue her ways are as soft as filtered moonlight through a humid sky almost overlooked in anyone else’s presence even a curtain’s slight movement distracts from her features until she speaks and then the world breathes to her breath and sighs Mary Margaret Carlisle, Webster, TX, USA © 2003 Sol Magazine You can use structure or free verse, whichever you feel comfortable with.....go to it! |
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Taylor See Member
since 2008-10-07
Posts 55North Carolina, US |
The flavor of touch is not in sweetness Nor rich light warmed beneath the skin Her fingers are lullabies, calling me softly The whisper of love in the slipping and sliding and Hissing of skin upon skin upon skin. Hers is quiet, reflective. Smoldering in the cold as it cools Beneath the shade of a sunny tree. And as each player moves their piece, confident and tall |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Beautiful poems. How'd you slip this lesson in - I thought I had been watching more carefully!  |
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Balladeer
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Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Taylor, that is spectacular. Your descriptions and impressions are sheer beauty...fingers are lullabies....oh, yes. To write like that, you MUST be from North Carolina.  |
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Balladeer
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Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Alison, maybe you were out, feeding your husky??  |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
He does eat a lot. I have been thinking about this all day and will try my hand at it tonight, I hope. A |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
The chittering of birds in sunlight fair. A rumble long and low from everywhere, on whim which may control the air we breathe, as champagne bubbles effervesce and seeth. A cloudburst pattering down as brief applause. Such satisfying sounds to give us pause. For, sad indeed would seem this time on Earth, were time here passed devoid the sounds of mirth. [This message has been edited by Dr.Moose1 (06-15-2010 07:10 AM).] |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Very impressionistic, doc. I get the impression this form is for you  Third line is missing a syllable which throws the meter off but you've been gone awhile. You're rusty!  |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Corrected, oh metronomic mastermind, many thanks. Doc |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Tooth Ache A daily taste of throbbing pain Will alter how the world is viewed It starts with ache that builds to roar Paints shadows on most brilliant hues This water color washed with tears That brim and fall from weary eyes Is born from pain, erased by fears Until sensation fades and dies - Alison |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
LOL! Well, that has to be the most impressionistic poem about a toothache I've ever seen! Leave it to you to come up with the unusual...and do it unusually well! |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Had to try to turn a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Thank you muchly! A |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Only One Rose Even though hot, as I sat, came a breeze. The trees softly swaying in dance. Wildflowers, sweet scents and roses in bloom, Waiting their pick, if by chance To be placed on buffet, with mirror behind, Reflections of beauty in red. Each time passing, thoughts rise in my mind Of the first time these eyes had been fed, With the bloom, one of love and the tenderness felt When petals had opened at last. Alone in it's holder of crystal and gold A picture of splendor, it cast. Just one lonely rose, so soft, yet intense, To share with my eyes, splendid view. Endearing and special when only one rose, Came delivered to me, just from you. M ( an old one~~ not sure if it fits your challenge or not...but the challenge reminded me of it) |
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Balladeer
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Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
It does meet the challenge, Maureen....one rose, signifying the beginning if a beautiful relationship...beautifully written. Thank you for joining in....  |
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rachaelfuchsberger
since 2007-02-21
Posts 609Las Vegas, NV |
Your snoring is like a freight train Your body hot as the summer sun And yet I still love you 'Cause for me, you're the only one. Goddess grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Who says love doesn't conquer all????? Good to see you again, Rachel!!!! |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
It's just a fling, a melody, that trembles air and blurs my sight, when thinking of a memory, that fills my heart and hope at night. It's been long time, will never pass, the clarion sound of exstasy, when minds go back one moment long, and love became reality. Don't know if this qualifies as impressionistic poetry, but I like it anyway. Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Excellent, my Dutchie. Describing a memory of love and passion as a song, a clarion call is impressionistic indeed, and a moment that must have made a big impression on you! Wonderful to see your words, Titia, and I send a dozen knuffels your way (make it two!) Give my best to Mommy Muys and never let the music fade.. |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Knuffels are the sparks of light, that make the world go round, they brighten up ones soul and heart and make a slightly smacking sound. Along with smiles of recognition, they carry music in a code. They're like the bubbles in the sea, when reaching surface, they explode. Sorry Deer, just a little fun, thanks for the knuffels, good to see you again. Mommy Muys is doing fine and will be 99 next month. Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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