October 8, 2012
By apple-pie-in-the-sky SILVER, New York, New York
apple-pie-in-the-sky SILVER, New York, New York
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A—A is sturdy, dependable; an artist’s easel from the side. It shows itself proudly.
B—B is a lumpy backpack, bursting and bulging with all that is needed to brave the backwoods.
C—C is open-ended: half of a circle. A question to be answered.
D— An empty bow that should be dangerous, but lacks the arrow. It can now do nothing but wait.
E—A squat brick wall, open on one side, but still holding up. E is well-worn, used often.
F—The curving brace of an archway, only supportive with its pair.
G—It forms a curving park bench with an umbrella overhead that blocks the sun only in the morning.
H—A Gymnast’s bar, flexible but strong.
I—The simplest of all forms: the straight line.
J—When you take I and look at it through a convex lens, you get the J: only slightly curved.
K—Pulling aside the curtains before a musical, you can just barely make out the K in the folds of the fabric.
L—A right angle: square, and decisive, standing proud.
M—M once stood a taut tightrope, but now sags deeply.
N—A live accordion, notes escaping vibrantly from deep within its folds as an old man plays.
O—A circle. The perfect measure of infinity; forever closed.
P—P is a noisemaker: standing straight, it pops a little at the tip.
Q—A little loop-the-loop, with the tail still sticking out the end. Q is curly, kinky, funky.
R—R is gracefully curving, a dancer in tendue: muscles taut but graceful, arms lifted proudly over the head.
S—Slipping and curving sinuously, the double curve of the S craves the dark.
T—T is ubiquitous, a table squeezed on the sidewalk in front of a busy restaurant. So common, no one looks twice.
U—Bending and rocking deeply, the U can only sing bass.
V— V is bright and sharp, a blade on a knife.
W— It wavers up and down time and time again, to end looking at the sky.
X— Definitive, but guarding. A gate barring the way into realms unknown.
Y— A broken rake, propped up sadly against the side of a garden shed. It sits there forgotten, gathering dust until the world falls apart around it.
Z—The sharp turns of the Z stop abruptly, but finally.

The author's comments:
Inspired by a similar poem, but with numbers. I think it's called "Numerical Ideograms."

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on Dec. 14 2012 at 6:33 pm
Stella_Val_Illicia GOLD, Salt Lake City, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"In the beginning, the universe was created. This has made a lot of people angry and been widely regarded as a bad idea."
--Douglas Adams

I really like the idea of creating a description of every letter in the alphabet, and I loved your ideas. This was a really great poem. :)

on Nov. 26 2012 at 11:45 pm
Atl.Braves03 BRONZE, Tampa, FL, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
God is God and I am not
I can only see a part
Of this picture he's painting
God is God and I am man
I will never understand
Because only God is God

I thought it was great. Definitely a good idea. I think it would be cool if you incorporated the letter you're talking about in the lines about it (Ex. What you did with "B") Alliteration. 

on Nov. 19 2012 at 11:46 am
Snowflakes SILVER, Lichfield, Other
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Favorite Quote:
I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are. - Alice In Wonderland

Oh my gosh. I normally dislike poetry, but I absolutely loved this! The ideas were incredibly creative and it was a thrill to read. My only criticism is that you started off with 'A - A is...'  and then in the middle you lost that routine, and then at the end it returned. It kind of made it lose the rhythm a bit; i personally think it should be 'A - A is...' 'B - B is...' all the way through because in my opinion it sounds a lot better :)
Overall, this is a brilliant piece. Extremley creative and just amazing to read - you should be proud :D