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Take the Soul by Storm

closet-divers dive
pots-n-pan pounders clang

I strip my soul naked
dance rave rage whirl
in the face of

what can light up
the body
tear down the flesh
murder the blood
the bone
the nerves

can only quicken
the soul
the Soul
the SOUL
rip open the shirt
that covers
the depths
beg with the lightning
paint a target
on this chest
bring me to life

© Jilly’s 

Soul Poetry at dVerse.  Seems appropriate that in celebration of the Spring Equinox we should have tornado warnings here in Orlando.  Bring it on! This weather revives me.

Radar Image While Writing! Wooo Hooo!!
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“Hush, my One”
the house is quiet
“sleep you now”
marbled sighs
the rise, the fall of my ribs
as metered with yours

“dawn won’t come”
the walls speak but low
“’til we die”
gallowed cries
the rise, the fall of your arms
gathered up with mine

“drink the wine”
startled sing the birds
“draught of time”
bind the ties
the fall, the rise of this day
linger there as One.

Amaya challenges us to write in the Shadorma poetic form at dVerse.

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Into the Sun

Far-fetched fires
they strike you
as you round the corner
unprepared for the stunning
atrocities of every lost moment
that a century of poets
could not name

Shift your coffee to the other hand
tip your head and watch the ashes
rising up


© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

dVerse Quadrille

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Another Crash-Test Dummy

Another crash-test dummy
would have made the team,
waxing and waning through
last week’s boyfriend tryouts
and first chair band challenges,
but what’s a girl to do
when all of her
secrets have been published
on snapchat, which
is almost as good as
the bathroom doors of the old
and crumbling use-ta-be’s?

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For Poetic Asides

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Knockouts in carmine

Fistful of blooms thrown downwind

Shiner’s delight

© Jilly’s

Author’s Note:  Regardless of politics, of leadership, of perceptions at home or abroad, this poet will not bloody the face of this, or any nation, on this blog. I am deeply saddened by what I read that serves to divide.  I choose honor; I can only give that example to the rising generations.  I choose to rise above. Oh, and the Knockout Rose is my personal favorite 🙂

For Frank J. Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #21  “Rose”

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raising the fists of his angry politik
his angry hands
that Christmas Day
in one instant a swirling murmuration
of unsaid I’m sorrys
       in clusters of silent sevens
entered the windows, the doors,
funnelled about the room
orphaning her for once and for all.

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

A Quadrille using the word ‘murmur’ for dVerse Poet’s Pub.

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Sabbatical & An Honor

Hi Y’all!

Yes, I’ve been absent from Jilly’s for a few weeks and I want to express my appreciation to all who have been in touch.  January turned out to be a month of bugs – both viruses and editing bugs struck.  I took some time off to drink lots of hot tea and really dig into some writing and editing projects that have been calling my name.  It has been a very fruitful time.

I would like to mention two things:

Firstly, the February Edition of Casting Bricks did not happen during the course of my off time.  I may make some changes to our collaborative poetry challenge, so if you have any suggestions, please let me know!

I would also like to let you all know that my poem, Fervency, which posted here in November, was selected as the Second Place Winner of the January Contest over at Vita Brevis!

I mentioned above that I have spent some time in the editing process recently.  Fervency was poem that went through a good deal of editing, with the help of a couple of good friends in the WP community.  It is a pleasure to work with fellow poets in the writing process.  Thank you!

Jilly 🙂

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Edgar Apocryphal Poe

Lines on Ale is, by some, attributed to Edgar Allan Poe, but disclaimed by the Poe Society of Baltimore as apocryphal. The story behind this bit of verse is as shady as a raven.  Whether or not the man himself penned these lines, I wrote this silly bit of response poetry about a week ago, but must beg apologies of Charley at Life in Portofino for the resemblance to his recent post for this same challenge at dVerse. The wives must have their due.

Lines on Ale                                                                      The Ale-Wive’s Response

Fill with mingled cream and amber,                    Filled with mingled irk and ire
I will drain that glass again.                                    I will trench your gutters clear.
Such hilarious visions clamber                              Such indignant visions mount
Through the chamber of my brain —                   Through bed-chambers of this house–
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies                Direst thoughts – retching children
Come to life and fade away;                                    Come to spew, ailing with the flu;
What care I how time advances?                           What care you while drinking ale?
I am drinking ale today.                                            I am home with mop and pail.
formerly attributed to Poe                                               © Silly Jilly’s Response