Met-a-morpho-sis

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Met-a-morpho-sis,

her physical flavoring

and consistency

changed instantaneously

from one moment to the next

Met-a-morpho-sis,

color wheel spins through each tone

covets the rainbow

altering her hue and shade

impossible to define

Met-a-morpho-sis,

an attitude like none else,

of the air and sea

shuffling between Drama-mean

and a healthy sense of self

Met-a-morpho-sis,

impossible to predict

her conversations

switch from the incoherent

to the profoundly immersed

Met-a-morpho-sis,

sometimes she’ll crawl on all fours

then stand ten feet tall

she’ll have her ups and her downs

happy when there should be frowns

She’s unique always

she’s best friend and enemy

shifting all the time

forever incongruous

it’s a race just to keep up

Met-a-morpho-sis,

and I liked her everything

met-a-morpho-sis,

and I’ll forever be changed

I won’t see the same again

Met-a-morpho-sis,

and if you can, you should too

you won’t ever understand

but somehow, you’ll always know

Head on over to D'Verse, where Characterization is the theme for Meeting The bar.  Take a chance to read Victoria's wonderful write up as well, you'll be glad you did.  I took a bit of an abstract angle at character here, had this wordplay idea in my mind all morning, so, when i saw the topic I thought I'd see about applying it to character.

The Long Wok….of a short peer

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Behold and Lo,

Main, streets strip silt

from foreign lips—refreshing

lost convenience

Snuggling gainst

the wall, where a

deep fried tomb

gathers hot

by approximation,

in combinatory zest

appeal—enough for

many, if shared by

all

Too soon did show

the face of greed’s

remorseful duty

Oil fires firm to

scaled temperament—coveting

clarity, curving

appetite

So many you say?

Lost long where to whom shall fodder find a friend…

And, why is that so?

Precisely because of plethora put plainly…plausible pleas persisting purposely under problematic plains of perplexity…

Surely not so simply—when can one honestly recall facility without a frown,

As to wipe clean the

sauciness of a greasy flagellation—teeming rather ominously gathering

in the sink below?

If not then why, if not why then what, if not what then how, questions

linger in strands so long, that the boiling can only appropriate a section of the man…

When the coma sparks

only pray you now, to know

nutrients seep slow

When the coma sparks

only pray you now, to know

nutrients seep slow

Nutrients seep slow

only pray you to know now

when the coma sparks

Nutrients seep slow

only pray you to know, now

when sparks, the coma

Sizzle…sizzle…sizzle…smell of soy

sizzling, fresh chicken amongst colorful wonderments of a natural field…yummm….Thanks, for having me

over

for

dinner…

Tangent Away

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Brisk flashes, suddenly appear

from the vale, they shutter

they jab, they prod, they spear,

Distorting hues collect their mirage

from distant skylines, here

we dodge, in a myriad of triumphant shades

Corruption has a face, one

we’ve all worn, that can still, even to this day,

be seen, if you only stop and stare into memories well

Fate is like a twisting, gnarled root,

always seeking and searching, for the

nourishment found in an ever expanding route

Whenever the weight pushes down—in

ways that you can never properly explain—where pressure mounts

heavy, leaving breaths aghast, just remember….

just remember, that, in all your many unsettling gasps, with every frightening tremor felt deep inside, when overpowering swirls of distress alter your sense of self, bringing nothing but damaging pictorials of imagination…just remember….

Just remember...

you’re only ever a tangent away

from a more compatible shade of day

Flooding

If rain thirst drought

as drought serves no man,

will mankind free his inhibitions then,

allowing tears of iniquity to flush far each his sin?

A sad civility

reckons, burdens sorrow

retracting solace,

from the disheartened soul

replacing its hollow vacancy

with and unquenchable flushing

There be dangers in and around every prick of pin-

ascertaining direction yet to befall the saddles burrowed

deep within the skin—carrying with it the karmic code to

dusted indistinguishing, forging forth the iron mitt, whose

sole inebriety is to chafe reminders and refashion the flesh impaired

If rain thirst drought

as drought feeds man,

will mankind drown, upon the

tears of joy there he finds?

Non Sequitur of Humidity

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A frayed rope stretches garage to gate.  Albeit brief this time of year…

Newly freshened clothes limps the midsection anew…while the gestation of the blowfly magnifies the carrion’s count developing in you

Caustically cantering throughout the heavy haze

Loping about, searching for the shade of tree, to pause, replenish and reflect. To pretend, a breeze caresses moist each sect of throat. 

Cracked-earth effusing illusory. Steam billows from cleaved swell, disseminating the delusory—a striating course, distracted only by a rippling boil’s thrift of pace—autonomically evoking predicated pants

Life exists in the open

Yet into the artificial we

Go, ironically…to live

A parched environs.  Nuclei’s confound coherence with understanding.

Allowing moments of sweltering sweat, to shackle our worn and fickle flesh. Sheaths of aridity distort the breadth of breath 

From pools within, without we’d be…like the dog with splayed tongue, unaware, just how temperamentally distraught a dwindling summer can appear…amidst the confines & cravings of unwavering, humid airs

Over at D'verse, Manicdaily is hosting Poetics, and has offered up the theme of Summer.  Stop on over, definitely read her excellent article, and then enjoy the Summertime fare of poetry presented by the poets at D'Verse.  While you're there, you'll no doubt get inspired to write a summer poem of your own.  After you do, link it up and share with the others at D'Verse. Cheers.

Ciphered Poetry

Days, A	I B	Hold C	Afar D	Tonight E
Strays, A	Watched F	Cold C	From G	Sight E
Stealing H	Life, I	Embalming J	Room— K	Ever L
Reeling— H	Seemed M	Calming— J	Simple, N	Clever, L
Binding O	Her P	Remnants Q	So R	Weak S
Finding O	Lit T	Commandments Q	Upon U	Doublespeak S
Starred V	Eyes W	Guide X	Her Y	Cause Z
Guarded V	With AA	Pride X	Then AB	Pause Z
And AC	She AD	Said AE	Each AF	Sign AG
Firsthand, AC	As AH	Unfed AE	Loneliness AI	Aligned AG
CODED MESSAGE
B I AH As	F Watched AD She	P Her T Lit	G From AF Each	D Afar K Room
I Life AA With	M Seemed W Eyes	R So U Upon	N Simple Y Her	AB Then, AI Loneliness

Days, I hold afar tonight

strays, watched cold from sight

Stealing life, embalming room—ever

reeling—seemed calming—simple, clever,

Binding her remnants so weak,

finding lit commandments upon doublespeak,

Starred eyes guide her cause,

guarded with pride then pause,

And she said each sign

firsthand, as unfed loneliness aligned

Deciphered verse:

I watched her from afar

as she lit each room

Life seemed so simple then,

with eyes upon her loneliness

Ok, so I thought I did something a bit different a few weeks back, but lost my notes as to what the directions were, confused myself a bit, so held off on posting.  Found them today, so decided to post it.

The poem utilizes a mathematical, cipher type approach for building a poem.  In the large grid, you'll notice each box has a rhyme scheme listed, which indicates where rhymes occur and so forth.

Their are two poems created here, but, to be fair, you kind of have to keep the hidden poem in mind while creating the original one.  

The original poem will be entered into the spaces in the grid, making sure the rhyme schemes fit.  Then, the columns that do not rhyme are extracted, and thus, become a poem of their own.

Hopefully this explanation, and the poem itself, in grid and then broken down to how both original and hidden poem look taken out of the grid are adequate enough to understanding how this puzzle type of poem works.

Consequence of Thirst

A thirsty beggar does not choose

To exist in such a parched state,

And would take, water, milk or booze,

To remedy, their arid fate,

A feeling they very much hate,

That when a quenching is thus found,

Sadly, they do not hesitate

their sips, and sadly such, they drown

This week, for Form-For-All, Gemma Wiseman presents us with the Huitain form, an eight-line poem, with each line having 8-10 syllables, and an overall rhyme scheme of A, B, A, B, B, C, B, C.  Head on over to D’Verse; read Gemma’s excellent article, where you’ll learn all about the form.  Explore all the Huitain’s composed by the community of poets, and hey, why not try your hand at this form, and then share by linking up with D’Verse.  Cheers!!!