Hanover 1 800 hot poet


Ileana fascinated herself with language,
but nobody ever called her poetry hotline
so she began to practice
standing still until roots
sprouted from the souls of her feet
and anchored her to the floorboards.

Just as papery golden bark began to shroud
itself around Ileana’s delicate frame,
the phone rang.

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I wrote this from a picture prompt at One Stop Poetry.  Visit the link for other people’s take on the picture.  This is a poem in 55 words, including the title.

tattoo

nullInspiring transcendence,
a lotus blooms in monkey’s hand
as it dances alluring stories
on the sloping curve of my back.

A strange kinship radiates bold wishes
between us, and we sleep
until devious monkey
wakes and stomps out
its joyful song through my torso’s
enchanting labyrinth.

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This piece is from the wordle found at The Sunday Whirl, where poets create pieces with a dozen specific words and post glorious results.

The Resurrection of Eve

Restrictive imagination envisions stories of lust run amok. Fueled with late night cocktails, Eve chases comfortable fantasies down familiar avenues that always end in bed alone staring at the ceiling wishing it were anything but beige. Until Play posits its challenging proposal and

intuiting illuminated spirit, lilies tilt toward her. Eve dances out a current that calls upon her blood. Gyrating, she spins and whirls— pulling spirit threads from her beginnings, from long before she ever took a breath.

Waking, Eve rocks teetering her totter in her birth’s very bed. Night’s nourishing thread fills her emptiness. Restriction lifts and Play laughs aloud, as Eve strokes its appled cheek.

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The Prompt at We Write Poems came from poet Richard Walker.  First, the prompt, then I’ll tell you what I did with it. “One, select a prompt from a site like Poetic Asides, Writer’s Island, Sunday Scribblings, or One Single Impression. (Maybe even select two, letting them modify the other in some way!) This will be the topic or theme of your poem. Two, select some words from a site like Three Word Wednesday or A wordling whirl of Sundays.

Now consider the intermix of your theme/topic and your words. How might those words help you explore, expand or define your theme? Or does your topic further open, leading down unexpected avenues as you play with your set of words?

Trust your poetic intuition and imagination! Please don’t feel restricted to the “current” theme/word postings for these sites referenced. Use prior postings if that’s what most serves the new poem you’re beginning to envision. Make your poetic cocktail something comfortable, or something challenging – all your choice.”

That was the prompt. After reading Irene’s post, I shot off from her idea and selected twelve words from the above prompt to create a wordle. If you use the wordle for a poem of your own, let me know! My only other prompt to myself was to write a prose poem. So there you have it, The Resurrection of Eve.

(I did not use the word “prior.”)

street art

Turquoise and lemon stories pour
as a kinship dance weaves torsos
through life’s vibrant liquidity
uniting spirits
inviting everyone in.

River, bear, and bird
Buddha, hope, and prayer
music plays while lotus grows
and Luna’s fair face glows.

Hands reach across walls
to engender convergence
and paint the city alive.

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The prompt at One Stop Poetry ask that we consider graffiti, or street art. This piece is based on the work of my community in conjunction with the University of Great Falls art department. A picture of the mural tops the post, and you can see close ups of it here. Julia Becker, the artist behind the project, adds beauty to our community every day.

This is my first post at undercaws.  Until today, I posted my work at Beyond the Bozone and another new wordpress blog, gathered stones. The Bozone is closing, stones will gather.  While this blog is underdeveloped…it will grow.  Thank you for stopping by and leaving your imprint here.