Descending Verse

    Too many decisions, too few choices

Hues contrast faces, Lines fade voice    

           In corridors of conundrum

 Conversations break then hide

    Where colors crawl to die

    Dreams tend to falter

  When blinding view

        Oh, so cruel

         Can you

            Be

A story takes on many shapes and forms

                  Idling between grandiosity

       And tepid legends running worn

     Leaving watermarks and tears

      Atop the lost word’s brown

         Misguided guilt glides

            Un-gently down

          The Spines of

       Seams once

         bound

Lost tears saved, amassed in a Mason’s jar—

  Commingling with the saddening stares

       Is a lonely state, too pronounced

           To shy, too painful to bear—

   When hearts become hardened

     Thoughts often feign sick—

         Who then, Who Will

             Care for these

                Unknown

                  Tears?

                A feeble meandering at midnight

                Infamously thrusts maleficence

                      Into familiar tones of grey—

               Wearing masks, attaching to

                  Parts carefully concealed

                          As if the shadows

                          Can preclude us

                                    Willfully—

                                  Without

                                     Cost

Over at D'Verse, Form-for-All is in full effect by now.  Tonight we were introduced to a Welsh verse known as the Englyn.  I have to admit, I gave it the old 15 years removed from college try, but unfortunately, I kept getting stuck, again and again and again.  Eventually I had to walk away, perhaps return to the form in a day or so, where hopefully a fresher mind will prevail. 

I definitely urge you to head on over though, hopefully you'll have better luck with it then I did.  It's a shame I couldn't get it down tonight, as reading through what's linked up, it does produce some really neat and fun poems.  The article is fantastic too, spells it out for you, gives some history, examples and plenty of links for further research.  It's so thorough, that I'm sure it's not as hard as I found it to be, one of those things I guess.  Perhaps one of those things where you go back and wonder how you struggled the first go-round.  Anyhow, definitely give it a try, but certainly read what the others have linked up, I think you'll enjoy yourself.

That all said, I thought I'd stick to the overall Form theme tonight and decided to remain in the syllabic state of mind as well.  I went with Descending Verse and did 4 descending poems, 10, 9, 8….1.  Always a good time with these, and super simple, which apparently is all I was able to handle tonight :)

Ghost in the Pane

Captive of This House, photographed by Moondustwriter

Face fleshed press to glass

In a prism of this stifling

Cartography—

Uncharted waves of tempered light

         Spatially charged with a dimension

Infused into all

                           Memories remain, yet soon shall fade

Clinging tight you dare not cede

         The last shreds of

Life and dignity

                  And I wonder why

                  Why’d you evade the reaping?

                  How is it his sickle found not thee?

                  Are you afraid, of how things will be,

                  When fragments are all that remain,

Incessantly tormenting with their sparse refrains?

                 

                  I don’t know whether to smile or cry

I can’t decide if should pray for the reaper’s return

For I can’t see a fate forever resembling vengeance—

And here I must cry, for hell never had you in its plans…

For the New World Creative Union and their weekly Wednesday Wake Up Call.  Head on over, check out the prompt, read/view/experience the creativity on display, then get inspired, pretty impossible not to, link up and share your inspiration with everyone at the NWCU.

Moveable Feast

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listen to ‘A Moveable Feast Part II’ on Audioboo

Serration, bone to steel

Flesh—august in size, reeling—as moon-dance

Retracts its severance clean—immobilizing each the touches call

Penetrating, as one might a birthday cake, icing fresh the frosting of the elder pull—deliberating the wish to his recall—A whet-some yen shivers to pang—expiring through renewal, prior to the first arrival of a candle’s expending spell

Fever travails preeminent quells upon a selfish stage,

A variety of salts spray acerbically into the risen wound—

Gashed, unsealed, tormenting the object of permutations crave

Five-course offerings sustain savored grips to greed,

Where corporeal reins unbridle thee—beckoning forth a beacon to what this hunger weaves—writhing, as do wanton words, stricken roué from the expiated speech spoken by the faithless tongue

Shards of decadence purvey the hedonic vale, while

Sweet temperance restrains caution’s warning aright,

Creation stands in splendor, formulating realities from this succulence inside

Carving stations imbibe, in marinades a march to the witness stand—Marionettes proceed, as automatons—eager to obey this parlance prepared with that, which is offered as an exemplary of love

Provision’s table preserves those affirmations told, blindly braising catered affections toward pot-luck’s creed—“from whatever is available, a moveable feast is hence pronounced.”

Symphonic measures waive discordant beats—and yet, our fast bears gifts of providence, draying deep the depths untaught

Tantalizing archaeometries boldly season lust’s sautéed prevarications, as glimpsed within starvations

eye—proffering an awareness to the unfinished measures entwined resolves—

Telemetries unnoticed culinary fare, can, and often shall, alter the associations conducted by one’s own essence—where in that, the otherwise self-reserved—march pedantically—to arrhythmias held aglow—aroused by, in, aroma’s capacious light

Forbearance, indoctrinated by depravity, commiserates amongst the ranges tined apart—from whence once there lived dormant a voracity dispersed, now spurned reaches ensnare us from delicacy and it’s fanciful fate preserved, whilst, here astir, are now such strange edacities aligned

Is it illusion or dominion o’er its savored self? Breadth—breaded in charisma, dignity—seared and fried, unclothing of its sired mystery, dancing deep and baring all—a prelude to the tendered fragrances beheld by imagined sin

Exposure is surmounting—resiliency’s ceding to this simmering felt—mixing, churning taste to touch—celestial flavors adroitly spooned within

Steadfastly engorged, the thickening becomes—glazing’s sticky-sweet spreading thin, until the unraveling of will succumbs anent desire’s lissome kiss  

Through a bronzed seduction—exigencies claim throne again—dictums pronounce, all denials be denied…and echoic of the evening prayer, indulgencies reap concurrence loud…for what passion sows…God shall not withhold… such longings repressed for Heaven’s gain…need not be-gone nor untold any longer…

In rapt, mere moments from, the sprig of parsley shall go unmentioned, as it rests—abandoned, like the guilt deposed hollow by permissions song—

Regret may loom austere in times we’ve yet to meet, yet tonight…indulgency’s smile can only dared be replaced, by the psalms permeating through the apertures of need, blessing all those dining before the salvation’s granted here, where all creatures have a seat, at this, the table of God’s feast

Well, missed a whole week of posting.  Feels good to be back on tonight.  I've dealt with them on and off for years now, but hopefully these little funks I find myself in don't become as regular as they've been over the past couple months going forward.  Definite thanks to all the awesome poetry I did get a chance to read over the past week though.  Thank you Ipad:)  I do apologize for not commenting for the most part, just hadn't been up to it.  

But, that said, I did really love the two prompts since last weeks OLN.  Anna had a killer Postmodern article that I encourage everyone to read if they haven't done so yet.  While obviously missing out on the event itself, I have posted my piece for Meeting The Bar, from 10/4/12 over on my WP site, for those who want to check it out.

And for this piece I'm sharing now, for Open Link Night 65, is inspired by Claudia's Foodloose Poetics post from this past Saturday, 10/6/12.  Using food in one's poetry can be done in so many fashions, and adds flavor to one's work.  I'm guessing you like poetry, and if you also like food, (who doesn't right?), then you'll love Claudia's article and the delicious poems linked up to the Poetics event.  

The Quest for Artistic Relevancy in an Era of Complacency

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Beat Sample

         A rush to judgment

                  in the world of parallel ties

custard cream swabs to skin

         brisk mornings still in states of gin

carving one’s niche often requires a period of trial and error

          how we view the errors

 often dictates how quickly the double blinds begin

Dub Frenzy

         viral campaign

                  demonic strain of wherewithal

damage…

         broken harness…reigning in

damage…

         Hecates scar

upon the aortic wall

         and, all for

WHAT?

         A groove in a time of slow Jazz

                  A riff in the era of the balladeer

                           A solo while attraction is clearly in the corner of creative collaboration…

         bucking trends is admirable on paper

                  yet once your artistic gumption is clearly on display

                           slowly rock aback

until you are innocently enough

         back rocking the beats

                  in a sample of desire

                           in a temporary purge of inner fire

rage…

         adapt.

spin.

spin.

         SpIN

Another Tuesday is upon us, and as per the wonderfully recent tradition that is D'Verse, Open Link Night is here again.  Doors open at 3pm, so get out your pen and bring your poetic appetite, for this night is always hopping, with the best coming out in everyone.  See you there.  Cheers!