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Tonight, the quiet sleep of Heaven
blankets tenderly, reaffirms bliss as promise.
Angel song leaps, wafts as kissed smiles, clear skies,
carrying blinks of highest aspiration. Peace shimmers.

Songs of buried shame, spite and spittle flung like pennies,
flagrant remorse a dance in sexual relief upon unclean graves.
Who makes this call? Who answers?

Tonight crows and vultures stand at crossed walls; they
have no leader.
Standing, too, are mute trumpeteers, stranded infantry.
Twilight, forecolours of dawn, deepens silence,
counterstroke to what is to come.
“Strike!” Bold reds and bloodied swords brand these walls
seen crumbling as light extends.
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Libra, Thanks for playing! It is cool that you incorporated "angels" and "heaven" into your poem without bringing forward a whole line from Sexton's poem. That's a great way to be prompted!

Vivid, colorful, a poem that proclaims itself like the call of the trumpeteer. I especially noticed: "spite and spittle, flung like pennies." Not to mention many other strong and sonorous moments.

Join me next Sunday to play again! We can be thinking of prompts we want to use for future "rounds."

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thanks, v
great fun!
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Wonderful idea, vkp. Thanks for starting this thread. emoticon

I "borrowed" lots of lines from Sexton's poem and not just one. Seemed like the only for me to begin to approach this topic.

  A Bowl of Milk

Did you feed the cat?
I can’t see very well.
Everything looks blurry.
I think I need a change
of glasses. Did I take
my medication?
Don’t get old.
Did I? I did?
Don’t get old.

yes no you have macular
degeneration yes no no yes
no yes yes oh no no no
living in the now now now
only now it is hell

There is a locked room up there
with an iron door that can't be opened.
I would like to unlock that door,
turn the rusty key
and place each fallen memory into your arms
but I cannot, I cannot.
I can only sit here
at my place at the table,
eating cold potatoes.
No tears allowed.



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I did not have a thought in the world about how I'd answer to this prompt when I posted it last night, but this morning, images from a walk on a pier yesterday coalesced into something. (P.S. editing "skate" to "sting ray" because of possible confusion re. the word skate which can be a verb too.)

Strange Beauty

Gulf water,
a looking-glass-window
over sand, white and rippled
into mosaic.

Pelican,
bowl shaped body and
pterodactyl head,
skims three inches above the mirror--
an airborne non-sequitur
with ancient eyes.

Sting-ray,
rippling flesh like a dark
oil spill,
slips back and forth
between two worlds,
one not real.


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What a good prompt this is and what a good response. Love the line, "an airborne non-sequitur."

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There is no exit here
No sweet release of sleep, no prayer to soft salvation.
There is only death and degradation of soul.
Not life, no properties of love or fond relation.
Trial of existence with no end.
Yet in this ceaseless horror, in this carnal Hell,
in this my filthy home, cold, without mercy.
in this cage of unrelenting dark
a spark, a circle of red and black calls to enter.
Here, where awareness centers, threads of rotten vein
play at art, at shocking beauty.
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It’s a November sky—stark and severe.
Ash-gray clouds tinged with pink.
Ice hovers in the air and sharpens
the landscape, brings it into focus.
I can see for miles.
The trees with bare branches like
a burst of capillaries against the sky
are beautiful, too, in a winter way.
A subdued nightfall—shadowed, chilly,
but I won’t say melancholy.
It fills me to the brim
and makes my lungs ache all at once,
the way art does sometimes
when it’s too strangely beautiful
for even the soul to reconcile.
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I really enjoyed this prompt. At first I wasn't quite sure where to go with it, but then, luckily, inspiration struck.

vkp: I love your three images, especially the sting ray as an oil spill and, like Christina said, and "airborne non-sequitur."

libra: Beautiful and haunting poem. I especially like "shocking beauty." It's one of those phrases that stuck with me and kept resonating in my mind even after I was done reading the poem.
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What amazing responses to this so far from Magy and Libra. I am blown away. The shocking build-up to the end in Libra's poem and Magy -- those images so compelling and close. This prompt is working out well so far. Maybe more people will chime in during the week...?
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Hi to all,

What strong poems you've written. I enjoyed reading them all. Not sure if I will be able to come up with something for this evocative prompt but sure am glad that you have.
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On Saturn's surface
and in the axial region of its
north pole
a storm surges, waves, is furious.
Cassini probes, notice how
my gender can probe, and taking pictures
of this storm larger than mother earth.
And that photo to put me in mind
of Hurricane Katrina,
another beauty satellite captured
in tranquility. Only,
beauty is furious, not tranquil.
Not at all like what I see in pre-dawn
when what I see in pre-dawn sky
is Saturn smelling close up
on Venus, her backside.
That is what I know, all I know,
about beauty in proportion.

Tere
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Here's a prompt for today's players. I got the idea from a thread on this board awhile ago (can't remember whose thread or where or when I saw it). It was mentioned that the word "soul" is deadly in a poem -- but then someone went ahead and wrote a great poem and used the word soul more than once! There are all kinds of words that many would agree are no-nos in poems. I have created a short list of them here. The idea is to write a poem using one, some or all of them! Bonus points the more you use! (Hee hee.) Here's the list:
soul, adore, dream, love, beauty (or beautiful), sweet (or sweetness), moon, butterfly and cloud.

Have at it, players!

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At a poetry reading I once heard Jane Hirshfield talk about how she was compelled to reject the admonish to never use the word heart in a poem, in fact in a whole series of poems, which were later collected in her book Lives of the Heart. Because I like the spirit (ahem!) of this prompt and because it reminded me of Hirshfield's reading, I would like to add one word to the list you have created, vkp: heart.
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adoration & wanderlust

we look for beauty in the moon
sweetness in the butterfly
we search for clouds
within the heart & love
lean dreams our souls
cannot describe

I've been tweaking this all afternoon and suddenly it became a 2 for 1: one poem for two prompts, last week's and this week's.



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I tell you the moon dreams of beauty.
I tell you the soul is but a butterfly,
sweet and fluttery, without the substance
of a cloud.
I tell you that this is what I adore:
You, here and now, a shower of acceptance,
telling me to tell you more.
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Adore You


“I adore your soul,”
you said, a laugh in your voice,
knowing it would wrangle the poet in me.
The cliché registered only mildly.
I wanted to list all the things I adored about you.

Your heart: not the metaphor,
but the organ, the fibered muscles,
the crisscrossed map of veins, blue and deep red,
it’s sometimes-faltering rhythm.

Your night beauty: sweet dream hazed and blurred.
The darkness cast shadows across your prone body,
strange patterns, cloud-shapes on the ocean,
butterfly-flutters of moonlight.

But I didn’t say either of these things.
I said, “Kiss me,” instead
and loved you not with my words
but with my hands and gasping breath,
the slow movement of my body against yours.
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Libra and Magy,

Two fine, genuine love poems. Much enjoyed.
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All three so far, a real pleasure to read. Makes me wonder if the language prohibition has a withering effect on the creative process, limiting access to some emotional source. Anyway, great prompt--great responses.
Sorry to be suffering a dry spell and not participating emoticon

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Kat: One of my fave poems ever is by Rilke and it starts: "Exposed on the mountains of the heart...." So much for hard and fast rules.
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Event Horizon

I can’t stand sweet coffee.
Never could, even when I drank sweet coffee.
It’s because my heart was clouded
and could not see real things.

Now, I am starting from zero,
Neurasthenic,
soul-seared,
but stuffed to the gills
with the bouillabaisse of love.

I can see the etching of a butterfly on the
face of a cat.
I can see the adoration on the
face of my dark lover.

I can even see blood on the
face of the full moon
when she wakes me up,
staring through my window
at two a.m.

Caffeine is no more
than a dream of sunrise,
an event horizon,
receding to never.


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This Sunday, 12/9/12 (or any day you feel like it!), let's write poems about color. Color seems absent in the winter -- even down here in the south where I am experiencing my first non-northeastern winter in many years, color seems diminished at this time. Maybe psychological, who knows? But anyway. The idea is this: write a poem whose title is a color. Do not mention the color again in the poem, but write the poem (however you see fit) about the color. Be as literal or abstract or tangential as you want....
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Orange

1. You scrape the scabs off my shins
where too much blade
has met too little flesh.

2. Sleeplessness, bloody moon
and a needle in the eye.

3. Seven layers, like a concrete cake,
rise higher than the purple hippie houses
and the half naked trees.

4. Cover yourself.
Have you no shame?

5. Certain children are fooled
into thinking it’s a happy color.
No such thing:
rage under a film of sickly yellow.

6. You are as insignificant
as a coat of paint.
The skinny woman with hair to her waist
claws the lobster open
in a vicious moment.
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vkp: Love this poem! I especially enjoyed the fifth stanza and "rage under a film of sickly yellow."
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Here is mine:

It's more a series of short poems rather than one long one. I got a little carried away and decided to do all the colors!

Red
I am shame in a little girl’s underwear.
I’d give her my power if only she’d
tilt me toward the light.

Orange
Slow and stop.
Plucked from the earth.
A beam of light in a costumed night.

Yellow
I rise from the seam
between ocean and sky,
an anchor in an endless curve.

Green
I am the color you see when you
close your eyes and dream of childhood.
I am innocence in the shape of an unfurled bud.

Blue
I am inside you:
infinite above your head,
and beneath your swimming toes.

Purple
Red and blue made love and bled together.
I swirled into being beside my chilly father,
my mother a rainbow away.

Black
I am absolute.
I come to you in blinks,
the color that birthed the world.

White
I’ll blind you
if you look at me straight.
I am unstained because I have not lived.

Gray
Ratty moonlight:
curl inside me and sleep.
It’s impossible to know everything.

Brown
Don’t say I’m dirty.
I am your mother,
spinning dizzily beneath your feet.
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Magy, wow; I mean, wow!
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Wow is right. Ratty moonlight ... I come to you in blinks... swirled into being beside my chilly father... if only she'd tilt me toward the light... among so much more -- amazing stuff....


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Have read back through to the beginning of the month. This is all such delightful nonce play. So many treats.

Tere
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vkp and Magy,

Improv is not my strong suit, but it might be yours. I'm enjoying your weekly response to the prompts. Impressive!
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Getting a head start on Sunday prompt. The idea came to me and I thought what the heck.

Let’s try to write a poem from the POV of a character in a fairy tale – any version – from the original to the Disney. Take on the persona and have at it.
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