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Words

Completing Imelda’s Challenge Poem, Words, I learned a new form and found great enjoyment working with this gifted poet.   Her words are in bold:

Words, once set free, blend in the wind
breathing a timeless existence;
Some grow wings to fly to heaven
They ask gifts for the gentle tongue

Breathing a timeless existence,
words illuminate our soul
Memories do falter in time
consequences of words live on.

Some grow wings to fly to heaven
dropping soft prayers upon the clouds
seeds of rain to cleanse the dry land
a renaissance to flood the hearts

They ask gifts for the gentle tongue
to sing in languages unknown
filling lungs with placid breezes
fertile verses settling soft

© Lyman / Santore

Collaboration for Jilly’s September Challenge of Casting Bricks.

Please join us!  We start anew on the first Friday of each month with our collaborative challenge.  There is a permalink on my sidebar.  ~Jilly

 

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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
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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

 

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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.

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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

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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!

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Trane Blows

Jilly’s Challenge poem for Casting Bricks September Challenge.  I wrote this more than a week ago and have been wondering just where to take it from here.  Guess I’ll just leave it to y’all to complete it!  Come on over to Casting Bricks where all poets are welcome to join in on the challenge of writing Collaborative Poetry!

drifting into the Vanguard
in ’61, Trane blows a blue-bottle
fly into my silken ear

a nightmare
pursues me
through the streets
allowing a taxi
to precipitate me
home where I have never been

the blue-bottle fly

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Casting Bricks – Jilly’s September Challenge

Casting Bricks

Jilly’s September Challenge!  

Welcome, again, my Poetic Friends, to another round of Collaborative Poetry; I’m thrilled to have you here!  It’s hard to believe that August is over already.  We had such a great time writing Challenge Poems and completing one another’s words in the August Challenge.  The link for August remains open, so you are certainly welcome to return there and complete any of the Challenges that were posted.

I am ready to getting September rolling and plan to get my Half Poem Challenge posted soon.  I look forward to hosting the fun again this month.  Here’s how it works:

  1. Write a half poem and post it to your blog with a link or tag back to this page (Jilly’s September Challenge).
  2. If your Challenge poem is a form (sonnet, quadrille, etc.) please state as such and give a quick review of the form or a link to a site that does that for you.
  3. Stop by here and add your Challenge link to our Mr. Linky.
  4. Find other Challenges that you would like to complete.
  5. Write the 2nd half of their poem and post the entire poem to your blog.
  6. Return here to our Mr. Linky again and post the link to that completed poem.
  7. You may also want to put a comment on the other person’s original Challenge post to let them know you have accepted their challenge.
  8. Spread the word! Extend the invitation to your other poet friends to join us.  We are a crazy, friendly bunch, after all!

NOTE:  In order to keep the links for Challenges (your half poem) different from the links for the Completed Poems, I suggest the following:  When posting your Challenge half poem, post the name you would normally use along with the word ‘Challenge’ behind it.  ex: Jilly Challenge.

When posting the link for a Completed Challenge, post your user name & the name of the person whose Challenge you completed.  ex: Jilly Colin  (if I am completing a challenge put out there by our good friend Colin Lee.)

There is no expiration on our Mr. Linky, so feel free to post new challenges and completed challenges throughout the month.  Feel free to complete as many or as few challenges as you feel comfortable with.   Most importantly, have fun & flex your poetic muscles!   Cheers!  ~ Jilly

LATE BREAKING NEWS:  Qbit at The Quantumverse has suggested a Renga, which is a Japanese collaborative poem that involves many participants!  Love the idea!  He will take the lead with this, so watch for his Link called Qbit Renga Challenge and pay attention to the little details.  This one will be great fun and a source of blogging confuddlement, but hey, what are we if not a bit crazy!  🙂

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Legacy

Lynn Burton at Colorful Pen posted a half Sestina for the August Challenge of Casting Bricks and what a delightful challenge it is!  One perfect Saturday morning over coffee at a favorite little spot and the words flowed easily from her perfect set-up.  Her words are in bold and mine follow.

As I look at the calendar I realize that August draws to a close and so I begin to consider a new half poem of my own for Jilly’s September Challenge of Casting Bricks, which I will open on Friday, September 1st.  Of course, there is no expiration on the August link, so feel free to keep writing!  Care to join us in our collaborative fun?  Just click HERE or on the perma-link on my side-bar.  Everyone is welcome!

Sometimes those lemons that are squeezed from life
can leave a sour taste in the mouths of children
and adulthood thrusts upon them less time
than they had before to play and dream.
What they wouldn’t give for some special words
to carry with them, to hold and treasure.

Like the attic trunk overflowing with treasure
immeasurable memories before life
became chaos, before silence was words
before the steely grip of a child’s
nightmares tangled with hopeful dreams,
tripping along with the angry flow of time.

Resilient are they, and know in time
the importance of what’s to be treasured;
tap dance on the devil’s schemes, dreaming
on pale blue skies, contemplating life
as only the wonder of a child
can bring.  Chalk-dust scribble all the words.

When mystery meets meaning, say the words,
the ones that had been trapped in time
hidden behind the windows of childhood’s
eyes; of secret languages and treasure
boxes holding pull-toys and fairy tale lives
lived in that realm of day dreams

in which they embrace that dreamy
place where lemons ripen like wordless
images of guavas on the Live
Oak, unnatural and timeless,
blossoming lines and phrases to treasure
when stumbling graceful into that second childhood

gathering into the caved breast those children
of your children to nestle and dream
there, hearing the rhythm of your treasured
heartbeats in iambic measures and words.
So looking out across the hazes of time
you see countless generations living

inhaling and dreaming of their own lives,
of those childish treasures of times
yet to be and glories gone by without the hindrance of words

© Burton / Lyman Collaborative Sestina