Try to write a poem without reference to humans

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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Blummin' edit facility. I thought I was being all clever, arranging those quote boxes. :rolleyes:

    :)
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Which is precisely why we don't know if they'd use pronouns or not. ;) The entire premise of writing in the English language anthropomorphises animal consciousness, irrespective of whether you represent it in an impressionistic pidgin, or like Proust.
    Well, another thing to think about then is to place complete human experience on inanimate objects i.e., a picnic table. That may become too sloppy and really bollocksing up the yingyang. :D
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    In my Jungian unconscious,
    I was, before a table
    a tree, whose fruit was scrumptious
    and very much eat-able.

    Before I was an apple tree,
    whose leaves in wild winds wave,
    I was a Mrs Endersby,
    a-buried in a grave.

    Before I was the said deceased,
    whose death was quite a harrow,
    I was her poison, one diseased
    and poisonous old marrow.

    When I grew up, a happy marrow
    There would be this fly
    Who'd lick my dimples, green and narrow:
    Yes, that fly was I.

    When I was that bluebottle
    I'd fly, so far and free:
    But once I flew, too fast, full throttle
    Splatting in a tree.

    So if your table leg has got
    these strange, bluebottle stains
    this is my consciousness, a knot
    of tree-veg-fly remains.

    :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    In my Jungian unconscious,
    I was, before a table
    a tree, whose fruit was scrumptious
    and very much eat-able.

    Before I was an apple tree,
    whose leaves in wild winds wave,
    I was a Mrs Endersby,
    a-buried in a grave.

    Before I was the said deceased,
    whose death was quite a harrow,
    I was her poison, one diseased
    and murderous old marrow.

    When I grew up, a happy marrow
    There would be this fly
    Who'd lick my dimples, green and narrow:
    Aye, that fly was I.

    When I was that bluebottle
    I'd fly, so far and free:
    But once I flew, too fast, full throttle
    Splatting in a tree.

    So if your table leg has got
    these strange, bluebottle stains
    this is my consciousness, a knot
    of tree-veg-fly remains.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Whether Mrs Endersby counts as human, depends upon your opinion, and whether you are Mr Endersby, champion marrow-grower, or not. ;)
  • Bu2
    Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    Ivy-covered trees
    Swans gliding on lakes
    Opal sky sunsets
    Over the Sound

    Windy sandy dunes
    The crying of the gulls
    White sails against the blue
    The blue of the Sound

    Old brick mansions
    Colonial estates
    Emerald green lawns
    Overlooking the Sound
    Feels Good Inc.
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    In my Jungian unconscious,
    I was, before a table
    a tree, whose fruit was scrumptious
    and very much eat-able.

    Before I was an apple tree,
    whose leaves in wild winds wave,
    I was a Mrs Endersby,
    a-buried in a grave.

    Before I was the said deceased,
    whose death was quite a harrow,
    I was her poison, one diseased
    and murderous old marrow.

    When I grew up, a happy marrow
    There would be this fly
    Who'd lick my dimples, green and narrow:
    Aye, that fly was I.

    When I was that bluebottle
    I'd fly, so far and free:
    But once I flew, too fast, full throttle
    Splatting in a tree.

    So if your table leg has got
    these strange, bluebottle stains
    this is my consciousness, a knot
    of tree-veg-fly remains.
    You funny man, Fins!
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Jamal
    Jamal Posts: 2,115
    Alone, a tree
    sucks up the rain
    to withstand the winds
    its destiny
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07

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