Use Broken Poetry

Use Broken poetry

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Traveling Light

I’m traveling light this week.  I travel with my husband and with my mother, sometimes separately, sometimes together. And I always travel light – one carry on, one briefcase (I’m carrying a Think Tank LilyDeanne bag – love it).  What do you carry?  That’s the big fat metaphor of course, what baggage Traveling Lightare we lugging around?  What can we leave behind? How many shoes, really can we wear in three weeks?

Travel light, you can go faster, farther and if you’re like me, you’ll end up carrying your mother’s luggage anyway.

Now that’s a metaphor.

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I Thought there was Only Tomato

Poem by #CatharineBramkampwriter

I did!  I thought there was just one kind of Andy Warhol soup. Which just shows that a person can’t know everything about modern art or pop art.  I share my surprise with you.

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Those Slow Corduroy Afternoons

Those slow Corduroy afternoons

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We May Never Have Eternity

We have eternity Fabulous sewer cover courtesy of Bergen, Norway

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The Trash System of Editing

I edit both on the computer and on a printed hard copy. Trash editing I found that I’m more enthusiastic about the process if I print the draft, work the draft over, then re-enter the edits back into the working manuscript.  After I finish each page, I carefully rip it out of the draft book and throw it away.  I can’t tell you how satisfying it is!

Editing is often difficult, so whatever system you need to employ – do it.

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Morning

Poem: art always lies

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I have Folded My Sweaters

Poem about tidying up

Who could resist?  I did all the tidying up I could and stood in the clean house waiting for my whole life to change.  It has not.  You read it here first.

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Living in the Light from Your Eyes

Poem by #Catharine Bramkamp Writer I found the beginning of this poem, all about living in the light of your eyes.  And I couldn’t help it, all I could think of was staring at my loved one for now 33 years would have been very tedious if I hadn’t had a couple of books to read.

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Novelists Get Even

Novelists get evenYou knew that, it’s the one thing that gets us through the night – the idea that the person we hate most may very well be known only by what we wrote about him or her.  That’s why so many evil men are cursed with tiny penises.  It only stands to reason.

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