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�design is so important because chaos is so hard�? Jules Feiffer
Midweek Motif ~ Design
Following up Sumana's color motif from last week, let's tackle design.
I design midweek motif prompts as collages to stimulate a diversity of responses. Besides writing poetry, I love designing window displays and conferences, websites and embroidery patterns. And I love reading between the lines to discover the intent of another's design.
I design midweek motif prompts as collages to stimulate a diversity of responses. Besides writing poetry, I love designing window displays and conferences, websites and embroidery patterns. And I love reading between the lines to discover the intent of another's design.
What do you do by design?
Your Challenge: Please write a brand new poem about design or about how a specific design succeeds or fails.
Design
I pour a coating of salt on the table
and make a circle in it with my finger.
This is the cycle of life
I say to no one.
This is the wheel of fortune,
the Arctic Circle.
This is the ring of Kerry
and the white rose of Tralee
I say to the ghosts of my family,
the dead fathers,
the aunt who drowned,
my unborn brothers and sisters,
my unborn children.
This is the sun with its glittering spokes
and the bitter moon.
This is the absolute circle of geometry
I say to the crack in the wall,
to the birds who cross the window.
This is the wheel I just invented
to roll through the rest of my life
I say
touching my finger to my tongue.
Billy Collins, �Design� from The Art of Drowning.
Eve's Design
Then there's the Yemeni legend
of Eve in the Garden knitting
a pattern on the serpent's back,
the snake unfinished like the rest
of creation, the first woman
thinking to add design, a sheath
of interlocking diamonds and stripes
along that sensuous S,
knitting giving her time to learn
what's infinitely possible
with a few stitches, twisting cables,
hers a plan to mirror the divine
inner layer that can't be shed
no matter what it rubs up against.
Source: Poetry (June 2001).
Design
BY ROBERT FROST
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
Like the ingredients of a witches� broth--
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
If design govern in a thing so small.
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?
From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem.
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From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem.
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(Susan's next Midweek Motif ~Joy~ will appear on the first Wednesday in 2016.)
We'll see you in Sunday's Poetry Pantry in a few days.
Happy Holidays, Poets United!
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