Tigger-Like, I Spring

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I bounce

because there ain’t much meat to the ounce.

I sniff ‘em out and pounce.

Not much fight

in them mousies.

“Love to eat them mousies…!”

I bounce

because it’s mousies I have to trounce.

Till it’s Caribou time.

That’s when I flounce.

 

Posted at dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille night.  The magic word for the night is “bounce.”

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Art by B. Kliban

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Charley/qbit Renga

 

Saturdays are promises misspoken that carry
ammunition for the week.  We enter

a range of exhaustion,
bullet bright, concentric motifs

that rifle us past the Sun.  Mooning our loss
of respite from the race, a legion rattles

Is velocity even a question?
What deserts scorched at perihelion?

Melting sands swirl – camels in glass.
Weapons droop into ploughshares.

Still the hardened days untillable,
“until” hocked like a promissory

note.  Hooked on through dies Martis.
Humpday comes as oasis breather.

Then Fire-day our trial by splitting
the distance between caravanserai

and the Gobi-tween.  Dates blend.
Hookah left at the next pyramid.

Time burnt in offering, smoking skyward.
The camels shift nervously in their traces.

 

qbit has taken up my Renga Challenge as a part of Jilly’s January Casting Bricks to Attract Jade Challenge

A Renga Challenge

 

Saturdays are promises misspoken that carry
ammunition for the week.  We enter

 

I’m starting this Renga Challenge as a part of Jilly’s January Casting Bricks to Attract Jade Challenge.  If you are interested in taking on this challenge, simply respond to me, and I will set us up with a fresh page.  (To keep it open, we can wait until it’s finished to give it a title!)

From Jilly’s blog:  RENGA Challenges:  Renga is a Japanese collaborative poem that involves two or more participants. The idea was suggested last fall by qbit at The Quantumverse and has been great fun!  If you choose to kick off a Renga, include the word ‘Renga’ after your name (qbit – Renga Challenge).  It will be up to you to assign volunteers to work on a Renga Challenge.  I am linking you back to qbit’s explanation from September on this for guidance.

The Jewel

after James Arlington Wright

 

In the dark
behind me in my sober
thoughts – nothing but air
and memories – mine and mine
alone.
In the sanctuary burns
the light of poetic
muse who whispers
wind, gently urging
me to stand in the poet’s
place before the flame.
The light flows
through me changed,
bent,
refracted: I become
transparent.

 

A bit of backstory here: I encountered this incredible, indecipherable poem by poet James Wright entitled, “The Jewel.”  The last line eluded me.  If you don’t know his work, you should look at “A Blessing,” and “Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota.”  And then you’ll understand why he is one of my favorite poets.

James Wright, The Jewel.

 

Posted to dVerse Open Link Night.

Misbegotten Moment

 

It was not the shrapnel
the verbal assault that followed

my

stupid

comment

it was the major

pause

between

“Oh                    really!”

that gave me reason
to believe my response

was

ill-

considered

 

 

Posted to dVerse Poets Pub, where Björn is behind the bar for Meeting the Bar.  Tonight he suggests, “…it’s time to talk about silence in poetry. The special silence filled with rhythm and meaning. The caesura. A pause to breathe, to accentuate the meaning. Silence and pauses are as crucial to poetry as any other device such as rhythm or rhymes.”

Don’t Wake

 

pregnant pause

 

sound of –

 

whispered commas,

squiggles separate sounded,

sectioned sentences,

unceasing, suspending respiration,

just this long

 

ellipses evaporate…

ethereally…

 

suggestion (statement)

statement (subliminal suggestion)

 

“citation”

plagiarism

 

 

wait for it

 

 

period.

 

 

 

Posted to dVerse Poets Pub, where Björn is behind the bar for Meeting the Bar.  Tonight he suggests, “…it’s time to talk about silence in poetry. The special silence filled with rhythm and meaning. The caesura. A pause to breathe, to accentuate the meaning. Silence and pauses are as crucial to poetry as any other device such as rhythm or rhymes.”

Portion

Okay, so I had reblogged this before, but it was formatted in a way that half of this couldn’t be seen on my blog.  Now I can’t reblog it properly….

 

Let the children lamentations sing
For we are by the internet captive taken

Save yourselves, oh virginal generation
For intellectual artifice is your destined heir,
their anodized steel, your veneration;
soft, weak, your flesh shall they bare.

Let the strong youth petitions bring
For our pure reason not be forsaken

Save yourselves, oh mighty youth
For logic will flail in the walls of code,
stand upon the edge of time – see the proof;
chaos will surely be your Spartan abode.

Let grownups extol the joy of books
For it is by writing and reading we live

Save your words, you fading fosters
For it is a pleasure to deny; to burn
lexicons of man the blazing imposter
your poet’s words will die, unlearned.

Let the elders shepherd with staffs and crooks
For it is seeming that to us their wisdom they give

Save your wisdom, oh perishing patriarch
For your children have slain with derision;
lit and celebrated the dying guide’s mark,
cauterized argument flayed with precision.

 

For Jilly’s December Casting Bricks Collaborative Challenge, this is my completion of Charley’s challenge poem (Life in Portofino).  His words are in bold.

Charis

 

For me it means
unmerited favor.

I show grace
by not forcing
my reasonable faith
upon the disbelief
of others.

I long for others
to not disparage
my unreasonable faith
uncharitably, to prove
their reasonable disbelief
to me.

By grace I accept
you as you are.

I pray you
exercise openness
by gracefully overlooking
my expressions
of joy at having
grace applied –
as I believe.

Allow me my delusions.

Humor me, you scientists,
skeptics… post-modernists.

If we all thought
and believed
alike,
upon whom could we exercise

grace?

 

Posted at dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics.  The prompt word is “Grace.”