- SEAL (NOT SALE)
- DOGS (GODS?)
- ROCKS (CORKS?)
- LOGS (SLOG?)
- RUGGED (GRUDGE?)
by Louise E. Sawyer
Imagine you are writing about a character walking along a beach. Imagine the weather and what the character is looking at. Here are a few words you might use in your scene.
UNSCRAMBLE THE LETTERS
Five poets, Bev, Carmen, Fred, Ginger, and Melody wanted to meet at their fav tea house to read poems and challenge each other to write a variety of poems. They were distancing, however, during a virus outbreak, so they met online in a forum. They all agreed that Mary Oliver was a good poet, but two preferred e.e.cummings and argued against capitals. Two preferred no punctuation of any kind. One wanted to keep writing ballads. One wrote haiku and was proud of her tiny poem.
Figure out the answers to these questions:
1. Who wrote ballads with capitals, punctuation, and rhyming?
2. What kind of poem was the shortest one? What was its theme? Did it have capitals and/or punctuation?
3. Who wrote the longest poem? What kind was it? Did it have capitals and/or punctuation?
HERE ARE SOME CLUES:
1. Ginger started the discussion with her emotional poem about her dogs and their personalities. She was in favor of capitals, commas and question marks and an ABAB rhyme. In fact, she liked to write only traditional poems.
2 Two women argued against punctuation and capitals, their enjambment argument ran over from one thought to another.
3. Carmen wrote a poem about a lunar month. It was 17 words with a deeper look into nature, deeper into space.
4. Melody wrote 10 lines with no caps. She wrote to her own drummer and never used capitalization.
5. Fred didn’t write haiku. He liked a lyrical style with capitals and punctuation. His poem was one page. Told a story with four stanzas, containing four lines each, with a rhyme scheme of AABC.
6. Bev was new to poetry and sat quietly during the discussion, but the group loved her COVID song with four stanzas with four lines to each stanza and lots of capitals. Patiently connecting lines of eight syllables to repeat in each stanza.
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