A ditty I once posted at the Gazebo, with advice on how to show, not tell:
Don’t Tell Me the Man in Your Poem Is Happy, Show Me
Show me bluebirds flying from his eyes
and a smile as wide as Wyoming’s sky.
Show that he shakes so hard with laughter
his head flies off and hits the rafters.
Show when he leaps so high with glee
he’ll crash through my computer screen.
Don’t tell me your man will bust a gut,
just show me a man who self-combusts!
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Last edited by Petra Norr; 10-12-2009 at 10:20 AM.
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