Posted in 28 Days of Unreason

Day 28 – The Magi

Whoop!  Day 28!!!  A few days ago I was musing over the fact that so many of my poems are about nature, the moon, & etc.  “Why don’t I write about something mundane, like that bent Road Work Ahead sign or a traffic light?”  My mind composed this in the wee small hours and it seems a fitting finality to these amazing 28 Days of Unreason.  Once again, the words of Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason have been mind-expanding and a true source of inspiration.  Thank you to all who have joined in, some every day and others as the muse prompts. Lynn, Charley & Qbit have been amazingly faithfull to the prompts and the light of my day for 28 of them.  Jane has caught the fever as well as Frank, Jenna, Hank, Jeren, and NoStAugustine.  Did I miss anyone?  The response has overjoyed me!  Where should we go next?  Rilke? Whitman?  (I need a vacation! LOL) Love Y’all!  ~ Jilly

“Why does the mind compose this music well before the words occur?”

~  Jim Harrison


I will the light,
“Stay green. Stay green.”

It yellows.


Mindjackers surround the car
wrench open my door
their mouths open
singing music
with words I
cannot hear,
the rib-spreader
in their Magus hands.

I stare straight ahead,
grip the wheel;

the car behind me honks.

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Posted in Poetry

Rilke in Orlando

It is always dangerous to read Rilke
You say, picking up the book
Again today

And in the moments after
Reading The Bird-feeders
A thousand words
Pass over your face
Perplexed and searching
For a piece of truth and that
Gravitational pull
Keeping us grounded
While our collective cages are
Rattled and we change our plans
About visiting the market tomorrow
That lies mere blocks from the world
News and get our berries
Closer to home

©  Jilly’s 2016

Posted in Mining for Lines Writing Prompts, Poetry

Fear: Arriving at Gate Ten

“All the lost fears are here again.” ~Rilke

The clouds across the lake launch two flights, the bright yellow jet, rising isosceles from the runway, belly-revealing, terrifyingly steep, and a great blue heron, bully to the comical cattle egrets, coming in arched wings of perfect geometry, sticks his landing, stakes his claim to the near shore.  Not that jet, but another, the Tuesday red-eye, took you away from me and now, as before, I do not sleep. Fear, like the heron, bullies me just after midnight into wakefulness, arguing soundly with reason and logic. Perhaps he will never return.  I will circle the airport Sunday at 3:30, while your flight circles the airport for a 4:10 gate call.  He was never here; he lives only in your imagination and longing.

Gasping I surface

call you, two time zones away

it rings no answer

© Jilly’s 2016

In response to Writing Prompt #2
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Posted in Mining for Lines Writing Prompts

Writing Prompt #2

I have been Mining For Lines again, this time in my beautiful volume of Rilke.  (A gift from The Poet I Love.) This wonderful line comes from the prose work of The Notebooks of Malte Laurid Brigge in the section called [Fears].  If you have never read these passages by this amazing poet, I highly recommend it!

“All the lost fears are here again.” 

What does this spark for you?  Poetry?  Prose? Fiction?

Let me know; I would love to read what you write, my friends!

Cheers, Jilly 🙂