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Well, you asked for it, and you got it. Imagery will be the concentration for this exercise.

Imagery is the poetic reference to the five senses (sight, touch, smell, hearing, and taste). Essentially, imagery is a group of words that create a mental image. Such images can be created by using figures of speech such as similes, metaphors, personification, and assonance.

For those that want more information on imagery, I found these sites helpful and interesting:

http://nm.essortment.com/howtounderstan_rhuk.htm

http://members.aol.com/lucyhardng/pointers/essays.htm#metsimil


But this particular exercise is going to pick at imagery. We're going to hone our imagery skills, and write poems using imagery in way that may be new.
Here's what Have Your Pi had to say:

Have Your Pi
I think we've produced such a strong reaction to the shitty expression of emotion common in teenage poetry that we've started to bury ourselves in the sand of metaphors. (Oh ho ho...) We've acknowledged that extreme; now we need to back up.


The contest after the exercise will examine the poets who used their best knowledge of these aspects:

Do's

1. Concrete imagery, "true" images:
Armor Felix
I think it's a common trap to use four words and dance around the one word we really mean. This might relate back to the concrete imagery actually, its easy to create a bunch of whispy metaphors, but finding the appropriate tool for the job is a whole 'nother story.


2. Extended metaphor and/or simile (that means a central idea that is presented in the start of the poem, and continues throughout)

Don'ts:

1. Don't make us read whispy, stringy metaphors. PLEASE.

2. Stay away from abstractions. Narrative poetry might be the key, if you can't stop the abstraction bug.

Okay, ladies and gents, I am giving you a lot of room to move on this one. You can choose a previous form or use meter if you want, but it's not required. I would like to see us watching our rhythm, perhaps being syllable counters even though we're not iambic? pirate

Judges will not be announced this time, but know that they are watching. The contest prize will be announced at a later time, but it will be big again. Please don't do this to get gold. Do this to LEARN, okay?

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MY FIRST TRUE LOVE

Internet racing on a byte drawn Diablo.

Looking for the next IT girl.
Undressing your computer screen as I
verify the fact that you're old enough to smoke.

Unlike those blondes you

like me as much as you like Inuyasha and
once evrey week you IM me to say "I really
love you, as much as my father loves his tequilla shots."

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treble cliff

F:
two b
3/4


Oh, | love, re- | lieve her | for-lorn | eyes; for- |
bid her | dim-ples from | grie- | ving!
Pre- | tend I | still re- | turn her | let-ters; |
make her for- | give my de- | cei- | ving. : |

key change
three #
no time

She o-pened me like an en-ve-lope and spread my sec-rets a-bout her, rea-ding a-loud. "What would you have me do," they ask, "but love that which love it-self dares not grace?" The ink ra-ces back to the pen, fran-tic to out-run the ra-va-ging tears.

13/8
no keys(no sense)

senza
| _ -- And | so we scat-ter to | wind, to wine and | pun-ish-ment |
..........................................rit
You can-not be- | lieve; I can-not | re-gret. And so we |
...........molto accel.
waltz, we waltz, we | take things up-tem-po and |
sfz
beg to snar-ling Cupid | one more life without |

the other




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Major-league experimentation here. This draft is mostly a focus on structure and less the actual words, so the imagery may still be a little dodgy.
If that wasn't abstraction paradise, then I am a ham sandwich.

A sexy, deliciously glazed ham sandwich.
Agreed Oxxi.

And so was the poem by Altoid. But I'm not here to critique.

Besides, maybe there was imagery just we don't know anything about music. xp Thanks for posting Pi.
All I ever do these days is play. This doesn't count for anything. Let me just say that in advance.


Clinic

Hailey jerks the curtain cords in the lobby
with a grunt that says nothing will keep
her dark for long. Lately the doctors
and the offices grow more pinstriped,
the magazines stack higher, and her
eyes just don't want to adjust.

Old women in hard-backed chairs howl and go
silent with the door to the back,
opening and slamming. Their knees
tap the underside of air in the room
with a force of prayer like
soldiers keeping rhythm for the march.

You're a pretty girl, one of them
tells Hailey. Too young to be here.

But she knows the old bag's words
are a hallway empty of pictures.
The hooks remain, but she cannot
people them with little faces.
Discourse
Agreed Oxxi.

And so was the poem by Altoid. But I'm not here to critique.

Besides, maybe there was imagery just we don't know anything about music. xp Thanks for posting Pi.
No, no, go ahead and critique. I need it. Man I thought My piece was pretty straight-forward.
Minty-FreshALTOID
MY FIRST TRUE LOVE

Your title may be straightforward, but your poem? Nope. THe imagery needs to be TRUE, meaning, it needs to represent/show a particular sight, taste, smell, sound, etc. You see where I'm heading?

Internet racing on a byte drawn Diablo.

See that line right there? Abstract as HELL and not a way to start an imagery based poem. You lost the reader looking for imagery already. I'm not saying that it's wrong, it's just wrong for this exercise.

Looking for the next IT girl.
Undressing your computer screen as I
verify the fact that you're old enough to smoke.

I'm not seeing, smelling, hearing or feeling this. Understand?

Unlike those blondes you

like me as much as you like Inuyasha and
once evrey week you IM me to say "I really
love you, as much as my father loves his tequilla shots."

Nope. Nothing concrete. Sure, I could dream up what you mean, or what I'm supposed to be getting imagery wise, but that's not the point. Hope I helped make this somewhat clearer.
Alrighty (non-dead) Disco. I'm in, but a bit o' inqury. This ain't new, and I'm not entering thiss'n, but I wanna know is this what you mean;

Lefty:
Disalined "X" across his drab,
so walked the silk tounged
zealot of worldly appeals.
Curtsying hair mounting clear
cut coat corners, with the
neck-cuff of bang-stopper's
common.

With skin glov'ed twigs cluched
about his "good book" and
leather-bound heels a' horse
horning on ground rock, he
walks to the deity manor.
~~~~
Or is that too abstract? Yes or no, I'll write a new one jus' for j00!
I think I'll try this just so you crtitque me.

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Oxxidation.2
If that wasn't abstraction paradise, then I am a ham sandwich.

A sexy, deliciously glazed ham sandwich.

I swear, I must be writing in a funhouse. Most of that felt too clear to me.

It was probably less tactile than Disco was going for; I was searching for more exercise in metaphor/simile than perhaps attacking the senses.
Have Your Pi
Oxxidation.2
If that wasn't abstraction paradise, then I am a ham sandwich.

A sexy, deliciously glazed ham sandwich.

I swear, I must be writing in a funhouse. Most of that felt too clear to me.

It was probably less tactile than Disco was going for; I was searching for more exercise in metaphor/simile than perhaps attacking the senses.


I loved your metaphor/simile, (after I looked some stuff up) but if one doesn't understand music (as this poem obviously loves music XD) then they won't understand your metaphor/simile, making it just an abstraction to them. Am I incorrect?

(i feel like an a** telling you this work isn't fit for the exercise) Gahg.

sweatdrop
Vladimir_Lenin
Alrighty (non-dead) Disco. I'm in, but a bit o' inqury. This ain't new, and I'm not entering thiss'n, but I wanna know is this what you mean;

Lefty:
Disalined "X" across his drab,
so walked the silk tounged
zealot of worldly appeals.
Curtsying hair mounting clear
cut coat corners, with the
neck-cuff of bang-stopper's
common.

With skin glov'ed twigs cluched
about his "good book" and
leather-bound heels a' horse
horning on ground rock, he
walks to the deity manor.
~~~~
Or is that too abstract? Yes or no, I'll write a new one jus' for j00!


It's not too abstract, your words fit together enough that I'm not just puzzling. The last line just seems like you were TRYING to be narrative. I can see you trying to give your imagery a foundation of responsible images, and the second stanza is very nicely done. Not perfect, and I have reservations about "a' horse".

But, yes, this is heading the right direction. heart
*yawn*

It's amazing what we really know when we go to apply it, ain't it?

Nothing.

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