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Mars red Mars orange

Mars red Mars orange
a map to show me the way across the year

at 10:36 each night tapestry wing-backs that never got recovered like I planned

Mars still keeps time pays us
no attention
though we are watching
Mars entirely too much these days
with chicken little leading the way
the sky has always been falling the stars
don’t seem to know  
to care enough to recover
our shabby tapestry
to reupholster our worn out edges they
just move as they have always moved
Mars red Mars orange

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Join me over at dVerse for Meeting The Bar where we are playing with repetition in our poetry. 

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Sharp Objects

jitter shake and tremble, cold cold coffee
slurp
don’t slurp
is it cold or shock
(it’s both)
the copper stars break
jump and jerk in the fan reflection
prince is still on my desk waiting to be ripped he rips
it like none other
only raul gets that too bad he o.d.’d on the cuban
coffee last year back before he almost burned
his place down with that dog with the broken ear too
bad about the coffee i could use some jitter shake and tremble
so i could bludgeon the fears of never seeing god in action
only the neglect that causes the jitter shake and tremble
the shock part coffee brake emergency brake fire break
if you drop it does it break like my
yellow coffee cup on the garage floor
i am too dangerous to be given sharp objects
like anger and despair black and white on the floor of the italian deli
with a splash of red or maybe blue
as we all keep gazing out over the sod and don’t give in to
soccer the devo game according to coach k let’s just load up the bases
raw and pure like that canker sore on my right cheek raw
pure and painful do we stop feeling if we don’t have pain?

 

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Posted in Poetry

Fences and Snakes

black racer slooshed through the short grass
gently startled we
no yelp from me no hiss from he
(or was it a she?)
all silent speed travelling she
(making of us a sisterhood flee)
into the shrub between us and they
who splash and whee! ‘til quarter to three
glee o’er their newly found pool
with thumps and thrums and bass beats
accompany
hope she (or maybe he)
made it stealthily through
unseen
for a silent black racer
makes for a better neighbor
than they
these middle-night raiders of sleep

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Björn is hosting Meeting the Bar at dVerse this week and we are slapping a bit of Onomatopoeia into our poetry.  My encounter with this silent visitor occurred right after work yesterday and, smiling at one another, the snake and I made no noise.  My challenge was how to write about that silence with sound.

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Foiled Again

She
there in the door
way beyond any other
sigh

He
there are the bar
staking his hero journey
her

Eyes
scanning the room
she glances over you
smiles

Eyes
watching her move
he follows her with his eyes
prey

You
here on the wall
you see them plotting their moves
die

They
there in the night
picture it all in your mind
cry

You
here in your room
wanting to foil their delight
try

Eyes
turning away
for a watched plot never foils
comply

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Join me, my  friends, as I host Poetics tonight at dVerse!  We will be twisting adages and you are invited to flock with other poets to write and read poetry, and maybe discover that great things come in blog packages.  🙂

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Self

I cannot see myself except
I look down and here I am
hands, knees, feet

I cannot see myself except
I look in the mirror and here I am
face, bodyyouconnectwithme

I cannot see myself except
I look in your eyes and there I am
you love me, hate me, disdain me,
dismiss me, envy me, findmeinaccessible

You cannot see myself except
what I let you see, here I am
little girl hiding in the high branches
of my cottonwood tree
wind catching the waxed-paper leaves
clack, clack, clacking
afraidandunafraid

I cannot see myself except
I know I am here

some

where

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Join me as I host Poetics at dVerse Poet’s Pub this week where we will explore things unseen!

 

Posted in 28 Days of Unreason, Poetry

Day 23 Through 28

23: “His mind’s all black thickets and blood”   from Songs of Unreason

24:  “Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface ”   from Songs of Unreason  

25:  “A violent windstorm the night before the solstice. from Solstice Litany 

26:  “There is a human wildness held beneath the skin that finds all barriers brutishly unbearable   from Songs of Unreason

27: “At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling” from North American Image Cycle in The Shape of the Journey

28: “It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious”  from Songs of Unreason

 

Here are the remaining six quotes.  My apologies that I am unable to continue.  ~Jilly

 

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Day 22 of 28 Days of Unreason

“The world that used to nurse us

now keeps shouting insane instructions.

That’s why I ran to the woods.”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

 

We are entering our final week of this astounding challenge! Great poetry has flowed from great poets.  Everyone is welcome and encouraged to find inspiration in these 28 Days of Unreasonable prompts through selected lines of poet, Jim Harrison.  Please share what you write, my poet-friends!  Write, post, credit Harrison, link back here!  Y’all continue to inspire me!  ~ Jilly

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The Good Wine is a Given

Now that your soul has asked all the easy questions

it will eat up your body

for sustenance

Pull up a chair

Unfold your napkin

Don’t deny the fork and knife

At last the feast begins

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for Day 21 of 28 Days of Unreason
“I see today that everyone on earth
wants the answer to the same questions
but none has the language to ask it.”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

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Day 21 of 28 Days of Unreason

“I see today that everyone on earth

wants the answer to the same question

but none has the language to ask it.”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

 

We are down to the last week of this insanity… I mean, Unreasonableness. Everyone is welcome to join us in the challenge!  Let the quote above inspire you to write, post & credit Harrison, link back here in the comments.  Then give yourself a wonderful treat and read what other unreasonable poets have written.  Enjoy!  ~ Jilly

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Promises, Promises

Anger is the atonement of art
spilled from our bellies

the ugly red pills
of my shirtless obsessions

Your hair, draped across
my face while I watch
you sleep,
a promise
your mouth
your feet
are planning
not to keep

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“Love is raw as freshly cut meat,
mean as a beetle on the track of dung.”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason  

Day 20 of 28 Days of Unreason