(L) List Poem

photo-1429032021766-c6a53949594fI would have to say that I am a fan of this poetic form. I am a list maker 🙂

A list poem names a series of things, such as actions, images, places, or thoughts. It is sometimes called a catalog poem. Many of Walt Whitman’s poems are list poems.

I created my own, titled “Journal Pages”:

journal pages
full of life and love;
a refreshing pint
at the Fifield Pub;
cactus blooms
beneath a pumpkin sky;
smiles and laughter
from the cutie-pies;
splendid experiences
a new fiction story;
for all those dear:
peace, love and safety

For more about list poems, see the Writer’s Digest article, List Poem: A Surprisingly American Poem

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(A) Anaphora

Anaphora is a rhetorical device that includes multiple phrases, lines, or sentences that begin with the same word or phrase. The repetition creates a musical effect, and can bind lines together in a memorable way.

Excerpt from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman:

Ever the hard unsunk ground,
Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides,
Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real,
Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn’d thumb, that breath of itches and thirsts,
Ever the vexer’s hoot! hoot! till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth,
Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life,
Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.

Read more about anaphora at the Poetry Foundation.

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Poetry Beyond All Praise – No. 28

Antique Typewriter Qwerty IXa celebration of great poets during april’s national poetry month





Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
by Walt Whitman

Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travell’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.

Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe,
Return in peace to the ocean my love,
I too am part of that ocean, my love, we are not so much separated,
Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;
Be not impatient – a little space – know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day at sundown for your dear sake, my love.


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