Posted in Poetry

Reading Akhmatova

Anna Akhmatova   1889 – 1966

Wishing for
fluency in Russian
settling for
translations of
agony
and other
mundane
sensations

Tossed
as a glove
to the winds
its empty
fingers
bent backwards
splitting the webs
of bloodless
skin

Turn
walk away before
it falls
common
in the golden
muds of 1966

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Three poems of Anna Akhmatova spring to mind today; I share them here with you.
Song of the Last Meeting , I Wrung My Hands , and He Loved Three Things

 

Unlike a lot of writers, I don’t have any craving to be understood.
~ Jim Harrison

Posted in Poetry

Cuisine

sheading the skin of instant coffee
and packet oatmeal
toaster waffles with margarine
refined sugar followed by fried
bologna sandwiches
on white
years that stick to the roof
of your mouth watering
the gravel driveway
weeds and all
and that spot where
you burned your feet
on the hot charcoals
discarded too soon
and your blistered voice
scolded into magenta pickled
beets whose juices
ruin your mashed potatoes

until you found him

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Join us at dVerse where we are tossing the dough of metaphors, making poetic pizza, gooey with cheese and… I digress…

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Renga “Playing Fetch With Knives” Jilly/Qbit

Qbit has taken up this challenge.  I will update our ongoing collaboration through 10 couplets.   If you are interested in joining in, stop by the original post for Playing Fetch with Knives and let me know!  This is a part of the September Challenge of Casting Bricks; join us!  Update:  The completed Renga was the work of 3 days and two madcap poets.  Enjoy!  Posting for dVerse Open Link Night.

 

He didn’t stand a chance
She was as fetching as a boning knife

He would slice his fingers
On the cut of her dress

Exquisite sting
He considers the price

What is fair game
For a member of the criminal sex

She would welcome every pain
Lay the blame at his feet

The hollow-points of honor
Reach escape velocity

Parting the sea of obstacles
Leaving his armor in the slipstream

Of unmanned missions
Impossible

To describe how charming she
found his melodrama in her 39th week

Her eyes spinning like daggers:
“Here’s looking at you, kid.”

shaggy dog
Source
Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Renga “Playing Fetch” Jilly/Lynn

Lynn Burton at Colorful Pen has taken up this crazy challenge!  I will update our ongoing collaboration through 10 couplets.  Stop by and see what insanity she & I cook up!  If you are interested in joining in, stop by the original post for Playing Fetch with Knives and let me know!  This is a part of the September Challenge of Casting Bricks; join us.

UPDATE:  We finished it!

He didn’t stand a chance
She was as fetching as a boning knife

Beautiful sharp, sleek angles
prepared to slice him apart

Fresh firm his sinews
flesh, laid he at her altar

Pawn of perfect proportion
plucks first his ribs and then heart

His heart, willingly, it was the ribs
She did not calculate

Too many sticky sweet ribs
glisten in the candlelight

He smiles, hands her a fork
knowing it is that extra rib

Silver tine unwind around
a forked tongue; she lashes out

grasping both lies
and truth

Feast upon bed of regret
wash down bittersweet mistakes.

© Burton / Lyman Collaborative Poetry

 

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Renga Challenge – Playing Fetch with Knives

He didn’t stand a chance
She was as fetching as a boning knife

[Your couplet…]

[Repeat 5x]

 

Administration, Thoughts, Plots, Plans &tc:  (Which have been ‘borrowed’ directly from Qbit because I’m too lazy to reinvent this wheel! Addtionally, he gets credit for the title of this one.)

OK, I think this is a Renga of unstructured couplets for two people, but certainly fun if folks want to do one with more people, although then we’d probably want 20 couplets instead of 10.

I’m hoping that by keeping each writer to two lines, our push/pull on each other stays strong, but leaves enough room to develop a new idea, pivot, etc.

PLEASE SIGN UP IN THE COMMENTS BELOW, and we will work out logistics and kick off the working version in another post.

This is another attempt at a group Renga, part of Jilly’s September Casting Bricks Challenge.

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Let the Seasons Shine

For Jilly’s September Challenge of Casting Bricks, this is my completion of Frank Hubeny’s excellent Haibun called “Let the Light Shine In.”  I have written a second Haibun, following on the seasons theme and so our collaborative effort is entitled “Let the Seasons Shine.”  

Care to join us in the September Challenge?  We would love to have you jump on board!  Follow the link above or click on the permalink on my right-hand side bar.  Post a challenge of your own and / or complete a challange already there.  It’s great fun!

Here is the collaborative effort of Frank / Jilly.  Franks words are first and in bold.

Autumn changes focus on school schedules and condo movements, but now for our children, not for us. It’s the same with Spring. In between these events, like sunlight going through the leaves of trees, there is viewing the lake and parkways where trees can reach for the sun because the buildings are small enough for them to have a chance. 

LIGHT THROUGH PATIENT TREES

BUILDINGS BLOCK THE AUTUMN SKY

BOTH PROVIDE COOL SHADE

Winter’s white focus turns our thoughts back to days of sleds and clotted mittens, to damp bangs flattened against the foreheads of red-tinged faces in our children.  Late December vacations and gleeful Christmas mornings, where the lights of the tree filter through the windows and the children are still small enough for them to have a chance.

LIGHT IN CHILDHOOD’S EYES

NOTHING BLOCKS OUR WINTER SIGHS

CHERISHED MEMORIES

© Hubeny / Lyman Collaborative Poetry

Posted in Poetry

Off the Menu

He wanted to isolate her, so he asked the chef to go

Off the Menu

A Fleeting, Better-than-this Sleep                                                        19.95

Film, the Flavor of a Downtown Negative                                        24.95

Sweet Frosty Promises                                                                                14.50

Grizzled Taste of Fear                                                                                   gratis

 

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Unlike a lot of writers, I don’t have any craving to be understood.
~ Jim Harrison

 

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Minstrel in Two Voices

Taking up Charley’s Casting Bricks Challenge.  He called the first half a ‘faux madrigal,’ and being one who enjoyes forms, I carried it forward into a full madrigal.  His part is actually fairly close to a true madrigal.   (I must admit that I was tempted to take his last line and go into erotic poetry since he left that up to interpretation, but I behave my little poet-self.  Now, if he had said ‘burgeoning sword…’)  His lines are in bold.

I am but a minstrel, a singer of songs.
A righter of wrongs.
And I sing to make my mistress happy.
And I sing to bring her peace.
 
When my voice and my lute
do not suffice,
I unsheathe my sword
And I become….

My songster warrior, strong
enough to battle the dark
night of my soul, slash away
criminals; breaking, entering,
raping the peace, throwing stones

waking me harsh with mutters
throwing stones at the shutters.

© Collaborative Work of Jilly / Charley; Life in Portofino

We are writing collaborative poetry for Jilly’s September Challenge of Casting Bricks.  Please join us!