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Ghosts at My Table Still

Sarah Connor’s Challenge Poem for September’s Casting Bricks posed a beautiful dilemma as I felt her portion of the work had a most satisfying wholeness about it.  Here is my completion of her Ghosts at My Table, with her words in bold.

there are ghosts at my table tonight
I write, not mentioning that
my table is a pale rectangle
of wood, so that perhaps
you picture your own table,
round, white, plastic –
or a dark mahogany oval,
and your ghosts are
the dark ring left by
a wine bottle, the last time
you had dinner with
a long lost lover,
or the scorched place
where you set down a pan
too quickly, the day
you heard that news
about your sister, while mine
are the assorted stains
and scratches left by my
children as they leave their
childhood, not quite ghosts,
waiting to fade.

traces, corner-of-your
eye glimmers of that wistful
year when the youngest
fell through the ice
yet returned to sit
on the OED to reach
the pudding and meat;
flickers of damp lashes
at the giving-away altar,
wondering if it were joy
or sorrow;  apparitions
that slip into the chairs
round the smaller meals
each night and hover, seamless
visions lingering long after
dishes are clattered and wiped
from my vision and I, wavering
between longings.

© Connor / Lyman Collaboration

The September edition of Casting Bricks to Attract Jade, our collaborative writing challenge, is drawing to a close, but since the links don’t expire, all are welcome to take the writing plunge.  I roll out the October Challenge on Friday, the 6th!!!  Looking forward to fresh and zany collaborations once again.  Everyone is welcome and encouraged to contribute a half-poem challenge or pose a Renga challenge, finding something to spark your imagination. ~Cheers!  Jilly

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Vernal Flutter Takes Flight

Taking up the Challenge from Colin Lee, here is my completion of his Vernal Flutter.  I invite you all to join in with the Casting Bricks September Challenge where we collaborate and enjoy each other’s work.  There are nearly 2 weeks remaining in the September Challenge.  (I will roll out the October Challenge on Friday, October 6th.)  All are welcome!

I have kept Colin’s rhyme scheme and, hopefully, his voice in this.  His words are in bold.

Awake my soul into a dream
A dream of robins’ poetry
Whereon tickly fluff of dandelions rhymes
And in silken crepuscular rays the verses stream
I hear a heartbeat
Dripping warm dewdrops of mead
Into the wind
Into her melodies of angelic sweet

Awake my soul to a poet’s scheme
A scheme of heron’s rhymes
Whereon snail’s spherical shells imagery curves
And in nocturnal dreams are lunar beams
I hear a wingbeat
Echoing soft reverberations of sweet wine
Into my core
Into her descants spring is complete.

© Lyman / Lee Collaboration

 

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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