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The Reign of Balance

Long the drought of spring

yearning for rain

Summer it came

we rejoiced the empty

lakes of May

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Photo by Jilly

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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!

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

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

Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

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 belive 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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Frogs of Bliss

I speak not politically, but socially.  Bjorn hosts dVerse tonight where we write Quadrilles with the word Bliss.  I was really in a Haiku mood, but that’s a tough challenge at 44 words!  

Why speak of honor
when there is none?

The stone drops from the hand
that feeds
bounces once
is swallowed
willingly

Who among you would?

What Bradbury saw
burns us
we feel
nothing of the scorch

Frogs of bliss
mind the heat, ya’ hear?

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Posted in Poetry

Voiceless

SomePeopleAreAtHomeAmidTheMillionsOfChit-likeWiresChatting&Forgettable

 

some

have

the

guts

to

 

Surf the fading

 

nightmares

 

dwelling within the gift

 

of

silence

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Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

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