As Black as a Bird Flying Out of the Window
Teasing sparrows gather tight bits of sticks, then crest
to loft over hedges formed by soggy mud flows.
Their beaks ferret out fresh meat then make a new nest
as black as a bird flying out of the window.
To loft over hedges formed by soggy mud flows
they avoid asphalt [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Collaborative Poetry’
as black as a bird flying out the window
a vulture bop (you read it right)
A Vulture’s Love Is True
Too few can stare into the sun,
Can find the clear wet stream.
A desert dweller’s noontime nap
Is no dream captured clean.
Though shadows hide, no hope to cool,
Your moans kiss broken bones.
I caught my breath when you confessed
That you love vultures, too.
Alone I thought my hike would be,
Slow way picked over rock.
Soiled tee, [...]
imitation as collaboration
Over at The PoCo, Dana suggested we try imitating someone else, since we know each other pretty well. I haven’t poemed as much as some of the tribe, and there are some folks I haven’t worked with closely at all. So I took the opportunity to try to write like someone I admire, but don’t [...]
collaborative poetry – title chop suey
So the RWP poetry prompt idea this week (thanks, Nathan), was to ask participants to offer a poem title of theirs. The titles could be used any way the responding poet (me) sees fit, to make a collage. So this is what I did:
This blueberry castle moves letters. The gentle colours double
how loving bones flute, [...]
Dem bones
Last rites
Your fingers compress my breastbone
between marked flesh and languish.
Stop the wastefulness in my regions.
“I long to comply.”
To travel.
Harmony of forgetfulness.
To linger?
What was purposed, pushes
for meandering, wearing a disguise
at the end of the dry season.
Camouflage: You didn’t want
to remain but disappeared.
Another blunt remorse
you’ll end with flattery:
“Your inconsequential love,
abandoned.”
* * *
My poem was a version [...]
Collaboration
There is a most interesting conversation about collaboration going on over at My Gorgeous Somewhere. What do you think? About it?
Want more? Go check out maria cristina poesia, where Christine points out a few other reading pleasures. (Including “my” – haha, it is so not “mine” – interview with the Funnelcakes.)
And Whirling Dervish started our [...]
The Fire of Avocado (for TheCoPo)
The Fire in an Avocado
Vine tomatoes look ripeBetween the hard avocadosThe ones I rock under a window
In the Port-au-Prince marketI reach to lay-in farmer’s bulbsThemselves searching out of pliant tree
In their arms the burn of feastPress after the gallon of gasolineStripes of grass for avocados
I offer a mother lunch of shady mounds.
These are Christine’s words, [...]
A birdy told me to CoPo
Hands dance out of love.She strings talk like spells over birds.
* * *
Another CoPo, this time using Slynne’s words.
I came up with a half dozen plus arragements of a dozen words. It was a joyful experiment. Joy. Truly. It was full of joy. I sighed with joy.
Short, but sweet, her words offered me a [...]
Theseus: Another Part
Theseus, have your colors bled?
Black or white, your father says, let the wordspell in color: victory or defeat. How can these tell us of a single frame? Depth detained by parody.
I, too, am a disappointment to my father.I forget to do as he says. I am distracted. I can’ttell what is right or wrong, day [...]
