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Cobalt Red Trane

In the September Casting Bricks Challenge, NoSaint has managed to lasso the illusive Coltrane in his completion of my Challenge Poem. I’m impressed! Take a look at what my talented friend accomplished!

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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
opens the taxi door
to a wider area of listening
than the gaunt splinters
of buildings framed to code
than the boom slash
with it’s same four stars

in my ear zazz streets hi-hat

I synapse      I proliferate-
chase up cobalt paths, zig out
neon trails
new-blown infrared

Many thanks to my friend Jilly and her September Casting Bricks to Attract Jade challenge for this collaborative poem- hers is the first half in italics.

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Paleo Blues

Uniquely crafted words from one of my favorite poets. This deserves a close read for the allusions and the musical quality. Qbit really kicked it with this poem!

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She said I had
Paleo blue eyes,
Light the color of water
From before Fire –

Then dawn over Manhattan
Greeting us
Like the oldest sunrise
In history,

Where my ribs, ancient,
Are stuffed in the mud
Of Olduvai Gorge,
Aching for excavation,

The sun
Introducing
Day Ten Million
With ten million more to go –

I pull my bones out of bed,
To go walk the dog.

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 406

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Aye; Eyes

In faces we see years, or the lack thereof, tones of skin, lips of color and grin stretching out to welcome us or drawn tight to hide away the pain of days and nights, winters and spring, of living too much or not enough, walking the path to the river or the River, the dip of birth or the dip of death, the planting or harvesting, and as we walk by them, in the water, in the grass, in the tree or air, it is not in their faces that the story lies, it is in their eyes, their eyes, their eyes.

Eyes looking outward

Skeptical angry or no

The tale is thereby told

We are writing Haibuns over at dVerse tonight.  Join us!

© Words & Photos by Jilly  All Rights Reserved

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Day Four – “Break Down”

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

BREAK DOWN

The nightmare’s voice
fills up your silence with jazz
MAD JAZZ
promises to free
up your body
fading the film to               b   l   a    c    k
wipe clean your slate
choose the           s  w   i   r   l      i n g           horns
the

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   questions

that shred
that trembling
barbed wire
against the Parrish sky
stretch out the wings
you never knew you had
stand upon the window

ledge

calling out
to the stars in their
own language

Fly beyond

© Jilly’s   All Rights Reserved

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Casting Bricks …and the story goes on!

Hello My Collaborative Poetry Friends!

The continuation of Casting Bricks is not forgotten.  I wanted to share my plan and get any feedback you might care to include.  We began with the July Challenge and I would like to continue with a once a month challenge posted on the first Friday of each month.  That means our next collaborative writing challenge would post on Friday, August 4th and remain open for the entire month.

I know that I ran gleefully into completing all 11 challenge (half) poems from July, finishing them in about a week.  That writing frenzy was followed by the clear dull thud of my head hitting the keyboard of my laptop!  I also did not have much original poetry to my credit during that week, and while I loved the collaborative challenge and learned much from it, I like the idea of pacing myself.

We now know that our Mr. Linky works very well and that will make it all much smoother.  I will give more detailed directions on August 4th for the nuts and bolts of it all.

Please feel free to extend the invitation to any poet who might be interested in joining in with Casting Bricks; the more, the merrier! 

Cheers!  Jilly

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A Bird Flies Through Me

 

The calculated
unpredictable dissonance
of Monk
balloons off the living room walls
as we toast marshmallows
arguing about whether you or I
are right-brained or left
wondering if that bird that launched
from the trees across the lake
were an eagle or early owl

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© Jilly's 2016
A Quadrille
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on Birds, Birches, and the Joy of Eating Eggs

“It is the birthday of Robert Frost,”
You said over a bowl of soup
and I heard it as though
Garrison Keillor was sitting there, perhaps
because you are both from Minnesota,
and then, in that way of yours you added
“And I didn’t buy him anything.”
We both laughed and then fell silent
each working on poetry in our heads
tearing bread, spooning soup
Frost, like Dickenson, taking me back to my childhood
because they were the poets of my elementary
classrooms and I loved their words overtly
until sometime in college I was told
they were passé and of the lesser
poets and I felt my smallness of mind
but loved them still until
in later years they became fashionable
once more and I learned anew what
I always knew
that what I love, I love
whether it be poets or jazz or eggs
which are bad for you and then good for you again
which brings me back to that first poem
I ever wrote, in third grade
something about a bird on the walk or
birches bent by ice and, I image in all my pride,
a lesson about being true to my own heart 
and eating eggs any way.

© Jilly
March 26, 2017

 

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All is right

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On the second day of 
                    Spring
after a dry
dry winter when the
rivers and lakes
have given their life
to the dry
dry sky

A feather dusting of 
                   Rain
in flat wide drops
is given back
at last
at long last

We drove homeward
through a flashing
orange pink sky
of silent bolts
to find them
                Singing
on the lake and in the hollow
swamp beyond
in such fullness of voice
that the window panes
vibrated clean through
to the kitchen sink
where I washed
vegetables and swept
mushrooms

We lit three candles
on the back porch
poured two glasses
of pinot noir
drew the darkness
into our lungs
until our chests
ached with the voices

The sound of our neighbors’
voices speaking
Hindi on one side
Spanish on the other
the wheels of the trucks
on the highway
all drowned under
the layers of rasping
                     Harmony
with one mezzo soprano
speaking a descant of
                     Truth 
louder than
the billboards
on Orange Avenue tonight.

Jilly
Poem & Photo © Jilly's 2016
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Hiatus

Eight months ago I left the world of virtual education and 
returned to the traditional classroom, never imagining 
that this would put Jilly's on such 
a lengthy hiatus.
While I love being in the classroom again, 
my longing for creativity has become greater than 
my utter exhaustion at the end of a school day.
It is now Spring Break and I have been out with my 
camera and that has reminded me that there are poems 
that have been written but, alas,
not posted.  
It is time to remedy that lapse!

This wonderful picture was taken at a Mellow Mushroom 
and expresses exactly how I feel - as though I have 
been frozen by the great and terrible Jabba the Job!  

I've missed y'all!
Jilly
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