Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry, Poetry

On the Cusp of November

Every year on the 14th of February, Dad would buy a large heart-shaped box of assorted chocolate candy for Mom.  He would also buy a smaller version each for my brother and me.  I remember how Mom would use her thumb to find the vanilla crèmes and rule out the chewy caramels, rendering her box unappealing to everyone else.  Clever woman!

Like April, poets undertake the challenge of November to be writing daily.  For the most part, I do write daily throughout the year, but intentionality is an energizing delight.  There are multiple places for a poet to find inspiration and a few extra ones during this coming month and I intend to press a thumb into the various sources to find the dark chocolate mocha (my personal favorite) of inspiration and then write and post here at Jilly’s.  Here is a list of some of the places I will be sampling.  I hope you will all find your favorites and celebrate the deliciousness of poetry in November!


  • Jilly’s November Challenge of Casting Bricks to Attract Jade (Posting on Friday, 11/3) A perma-link will be on my sidebar, as usual. Everyone is welcome!
  • Jane Dougherty meets W.B. Yeats with daily quotes from her favorite poet.
  • Poetic Asides; Robert Lee Brewer’s PAD Chapbook Challenge
  • Weekly Haikai challenges from Frank J. Tassone (every Saturday)
  • dVerse, of course, with the usual line-up of great prompts on Monday, Tuesday & Thursdays.


~Cheers!  Jilly

Posted in Poetry

Trick or…

Carve the gourd
Light the wick
Spirits flee

Blend the rite
Bend the right
Blur the sight

Mask the truth
Hallow’s Eve
Trick’s on me

© Jilly’s   All Rights Reserved

For Frank J. Tassone’s Challenge #5


Posted in Poetry

Black Silk Drawing

“In painting
he was sincere”


I was skillful
in the supreme madness
that accosted me


Fools are
possessed of black silk drawing

The bells jingled

It is nothing.

I shall not die
of proper caution

Azure fangs imbedded
seize the drops of moisture

I broke.


© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Taken from A Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allen Poe

Posted for dVerse where we are writing erasure or black-out poetry.

Posted in Poetry

Duck, Ditch and Dissemble

Sing a song of six-pence
a pocket full of whys
two and eighty Februarys
ground into a pie
and when the pie is opened
the years begin to bleat,
“Aren’t we all just little more
than lonely, roving sheep?”

He was in his concealing house
counting all his money
hidden wall(s) treet the mouse
cheese-faces bright and sunny

She was in the camouflage
eating cheese and wine
a fan to shade the ever-flaws
that fading personal shrine

and They were in the garden
hanging up the clothes
dirth-y laundry’s pardon
never truth disclose

© Jilly’s & Silly Jilly  All Rights Reserved

Mish has us contemplating the metaphorical mask at dVerse tonight for Poetics.  Join us!

Posted in Poetry

Up a Creek

Hey, Little Kittle

afloat upon a creek

banks of shrinking skittle

flood your eyes with leak-

ing tears, make your paddle creak.


My Little Kittle

sculling against the swell

your old bones are brittle

cast you now a spell

clang you loud the bell


© Jilly’s & Silly Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Posted for dVerse’s Quadrille using the word Creak.

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Renga – Dead Men (Jilly/Charley)

They answer like dead men
A sound silent as a thought

words still as those graven
and uttered like mute birds caught

perilous the journey through synapses
binding wings and tongues confined

unuttered lights high in barren copses
guide to truth the deaf and blind

specters of unanswered prayers
searing darkness stirs the voice to sight

angel’s wings unused turn grayer
lightning’s torch chases spirits to flight

awake! arise! deadened senses revive
snatched from the gates of hell

draw out of the pit where silences thrive
unsound the mumming knell

resuscitating tongues untied
cataracts of fire refined

answers voiced and mortem belied
a rush of sound now divined




Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Renga – Dead Men (Jilly/qbit)

They answer like dead men
A sound silent as a thought

Rhapsody of the Deep begs for redemption,
Our mirrored voices too dark to know

Improvised songs from thermal vents
Frequencies whales only hear

Did I evolve from lethal smiles?
Dive for this poison, dive for this hunger

Only to modulate to that minor key
Cecilia’s Café D

Where wrapped in lexicons of blues and saints
Arpeggiated blessings sound

Refracted images of flotsam refrains
Repeating hymns of reanimation

Scrimshaw chorus plays with light
Jaws of life bring joy

Epic lines and tragic flaws
fluted on the waves

Whose questions quiet cetaceous storms
Jubilation and laughter well from the sea

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Renga Challenge: They Answer Like Dead Men

“They answer like dead men

A sound silent as a thought”


This is a Couplet Renga Challenge for October Casting Bricks.  Care to join in?  Just let me know in a comment below and I will start a post for us.  I propose a total of 10 couplets; 5 each.  Everyone is welcome to give this a go or to stop by Jilly’s October Challenge and join in with any of the Collaborative Challenges.  Presenting a challenge of your own would be awesome, as well.  The more, the merrier!  

Posted in Poetry

What Dark May Come

Number the Octobers that have risen and set
since last I fingered the vertebrae of the galaxy
as it ribbed across the midnight blue,
(my favorite in the box of 64 with a sharpener)
How many yellow-orange halogen glows
super-center the corroded sky, denying
my telescope little more than
Love’s pearl white disc
burnt sienna Bradbury imaginings of
rings and Europa?

What is our fear worth?
Bittersweet unheard colors
Earth’s forest green cry

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Posted for Frank J. Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #4 referencing or using the word Darkness.  My thanks to Frank for indulging my resistance to restraint and encouraging me to play with the limits on Japanese poetic forms. 

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

A Blessing for our Daughters

Sarah Connor (Sarah Southwest) put forth a lovely Retourne as a Challenge for the October “Casting Bricks to Attract Jade.”  Her opening stanza was for the occasion of her daughter’s 16th birthday and I thoroughly enjoyed completing her Blessing for My Daughter, keeping my own daughter in mind as I wrote.  Sarah’s words are in bold.

May your heart sing like the ocean,
May the air be clear around you,
May your midnight flame burn bright,
May your feet find firm ground to stand

May the air be clear around you
Words of kindness swirl about you
As a fresh breeze filling your lungs
and exhaling truth with your tongue

May your midnight flame burn bright
When your soul passes that dark night
The rays of the bold morning sun
Flood your eyes when trial is done

May your feet find firm ground to stand
and in scree, a friend’s proffered hand,
In all your day’s strange commotion
Shall you ever have my devotion.

© Connor / Lyman Collaboration

Everyone is welcome to join in with our collaborative poetry project of “Casting Bricks to Attract Jade!”  We begin fresh on the first Friday of each month.  A permalink can be found on the sidebar to your right.