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Mythopoesis 29 – A Ribbon of Words
For NaPoWriMo Day 29 A Ribbon of Words Earlier, I said that words are a ribbon that may become a skein of poetry. Have you ever seen someone pick up the end of a thread of yarn and begin to … Continue reading
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Tagged conscious awareness, different perspective, magician, myth-making, mythopoesis, NaPoWriMo, poet, skein, words, yarn
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Mythopoesis 28 – The Mentor Speaks
For NaPoWriMo Day 28 The Mentor Speaks Once upon a time, in a time long, long ago, poets were believed to be magicians. Believed to hold and wield a certain power. And on some level, to a certain degree, they … Continue reading
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Tagged creativity, History, lesser god, magician, making myth, mythopoesis, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, poets, power, subsistence, the mentor, words
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Mythopoesis 25 – What Is A Poem
For NaPoWriMo Day 25 What Is A Poem? Embarrassed by his open display of exuberance, the man from Interlude bowed his head after telling the child that her mother was a wise teacher. She smilingly nodded. The children’s teacher stepped … Continue reading
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Tagged children, conversation, Darien, Maliah, myth-making, mythopoesis, NaPoWriMo, teacher, what goes into a poem, Zendala
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Mythopoesis 24 – The Learning Begins
For NaPoWriMo Day 24 The Learning Begins The circle of children and teacher sat in shade of a huge oak, refreshed by a gentle breeze rustling softly through overhanging leaves. He sat, leaning back against its trunk, surprised at the … Continue reading