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What is Poetry?

+What is Poetry?

Sensory Details Musical Language Rhythm Imaginative

Comparisons

+What is Prose?

Fiction Non-Fiction Journalism Et cetera

+ExamplesPoetry or Prose?

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More than 20 students and community volunteers participated in the Make Marion County Shine and state DEP cleanup on the Fairmont State University campus in Fairmont on Saturday, April 18.  The week also was National Volunteer Week.

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I’m in the house.It’s nice out: warm sun on cold snow. First day of spring or last of winter. My legs run down the stairs and out the door, my top half here typing

+You TryPoetry or Prose?

+#1The fog comes on little cat feet.

It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

+#2The woods look lovely against the setting darkness and as I gaze into the mysterious depths of the forest, I feel like lingering here longer.  However, I have pending appointments to keep and much distance to cover before I settle in for the night or else I will be late for all of them.

+#3Yes, it can be expensive to eat healthy. But it doesn't have to be. Many foods are high in nutrition but low in cost. Often they'll take a little more time and effort to prepare, but they'll be good for both your budget and your body.

Time is money, but time spent cooking can also be time with your family, or a connection to your culture. It's worth it. I'm going to show you seven incredibly nutritious foods you can afford to eat. And then I'll give you an easy, delicious, affordable recipe to get you started.

+#4SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy.   

Some things that stay there be,— Grief, hills, eternity:        Nor this behooveth me.   

There are, that resting, rise. Can I expound the skies? How still the riddle lies!

+Let’s Read Poetry!

+“April Rain Song”Let the rain kiss youLet the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid dropsLet the rain sing you a lullabyThe rain makes still pools on the sidewalkThe rain makes running pools in the gutterThe rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at nightAnd I love the rain.

By Langston Hughes

+“Poem”I’m in the house.It’s nice out: warm sun on cold snow. First day of spring or last of winter. My legs run down the stairs and out the door, my top half here typing

-- Ron Padgett