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Tea & Company

Visited with the fading
moon last night.

She said,
“The morning after
is something of a let-down,
what with all the excitement
and blush
gone.”

Sighing, she reached for
her tea, adding,
“Nothing left to do,
I suppose, but become less
than I have been.”

I thought I saw a small
smile just before the cup
reached her lips.

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Lil encourages us to write a poem using the word ‘Visit’ for Poetics at dVerse.  Join us!

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Posted in Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry

Casting Bricks – Jilly’s December Challenge

Casting Bricks to Attract Jade

Jilly’s December Challenge! 

Welcome, again, my Poetic Friends, to another round of Collaborative Poetry; I’m thrilled to have you here!  December marks our sixth month of Jilly’s Challenge and I am eagerly looking forward to a new month of Casting Bricks to Attract Jade. Let’s get December going; 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 December Challenge). 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.
  1. Stop by here and add your Challenge link to our Mr. Linky.
  1. Find other Challenges that you would like to complete.

Write the 2nd half of their poem and post the entire poem to your blog.
Return here to our Mr. Linky again and post the link to that completed poem.

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.

  1. Spread the word. Extend the invitation to your other poet friends to join us. We are creative, friendly and more than a little zany!  Everyone is welcome here!

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 complete challenges throughout the month.  Complete as many or as few challenges as you feel comfortable with.   Most importantly, have fun & flex your poetic muscles!

RENGA Challenges:  Renga is a Japanese collaborative poem that involves two or more participants. The idea was suggested a few months ago by Qbit at The Quantumverse and has been load of fun!  If you choose to kick off a Renga, include the word ‘Renga’ after your name (Qbit – Renga Challenge).  It will be up to you to assign volunteers to work on a Renga Challenge.  I am linking you back to Qbit’s explanation from September on this for guidance.

As always, if you have any questions or suggestions, please let me know through the Comments or Contact me directly.  Cheers!  ~ Jilly

Posted in Poetry

trail

change

in my pocket full

of verses full

of lies

sifting specks

falling

as crumbs

through the tiny

hole I drilled

there

so as to find my way

back

here

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Writing about change at dVerse tonight.  Join us.

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Fervency

What would I know
if I fell, naked,
into the grass
and did not get up for days?

What would I taste
if I waded, bare-armed,
through the cold stream
and did not drink for years?

What would I dream
if I swam, web-footed,
over the volcanic mountains
and did not inhale eternity,

that dangles between each
collision of pulse beats?

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This is Day 27 of November and while I have not met my goal to post each day, I have been writing and editing each day.  A tip of the hat to my ‘editors’ who patiently worked through this one with me.  Any weakness in this poem is solely the fault of this writer. 🙂

Linking to dVerse Open Link Night!

Posted in Poetry

Day Four – “Break Down”

Shamelessly reblogging this one from last summer for Jazz night at dVerse.

Jilly's

“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

     C

A

S

C

A

D

I

N

G

   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

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Posting for dVerse Jazz Poetry with Amaya.

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Pressed

she stood at the dance

edging the wall

hating them all

watching the rare common girls

flipping their hair

pretending not to notice them stare

those boys standing near

who were playing for fear

games of choice and derision

like paper, rock, scissor, decision.

 

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Join us at dVerse Poet’s Pub for a bit of Quadrille word play.  It rocks!

Posted in Poetry

Embrace

Diminishing day

Exhales green gold sigh

gives over to the charms

of night’s carnal arms

 

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For Jane Doughtery’s  A Month with Yeats – Day 17:

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

Posted in Poetry

Sandburg Home

In the evenings we sit on the back porch and listen
to the semis carrying Christmas toys
that will be trundled into a closet and buried
beneath that one unmatched sock and a torn
Pink Floyd T-shirt that was cool last year.

We hear the Puerto Rican street racers
in their matchbox Civics winding out gears
always shifting and dying too soon, too soon

We watch planes on their wide circling
loops of approach; gorged stars that twinkle
red, white, red, white —
no jazz in their rhythm at all.

We see the orange glow of the city
a dreamsicle sky that never melts,
only keeps the constellations behind
Cassiopeia hidden in the haze.

And we think about Sandburg’s
house in North Carolina,
the sweep of the long grass away
from the porch, into that silent
hollow, where small white
wildflowers clot the land
and one early cricket
bleats, bleats, bleats
from under a dogwood tree.

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Day 15 November Poem-A-Day personal challenge