Magnetron
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I'm trying your suggestions on for size - so far, so good. Thanks muchly!
Woohoo! Happy poets all around.
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I'm trying your suggestions on for size - so far, so good. Thanks muchly!
..GM mentioned he was open to a retitling of his poem as well.
I'm voting for a change to I Thought I Had A Woodie, But It's Knot
Totemic
Once muscular, the stark
naked gray-bark elm
is like a balding stick figure man,
and yet its trunk still points
headstrong, so to speak.
I want to say it's an obelisk
as if what remains is a calcified
monument to remember
a once leafy green sapling
whose limbs leaned towards the sun.
I wonder how many gnarly
rings I would count inside
as the dawn's resplendent mist
glistens and drips down the stump
from last night's enduring tryst
with a swarthy pungent sky.
summer storm
soft moans like distant thunder
entreat me
she demands more
as I slide my whispering
over skin raised to life
swells raised rival an ocean squall
forked lightning rends the air
I feel the rain
eyes closed
breath held
I dive in to taste
fresh water salted in life
lap from the valley's stream
savour it
I have never felt such heat
as that which beats
turbulent waves against the shore
each flash of light
and touch of liquid
drives me toward the edge
I want to kneel naked in the sand
where the ocean meets the land
let the rain wash away
the last of the day
cleanse me
take me into your depths
hold me there
suspended in sensation
and take it all
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... the poem is about sex and that is the climax.
The Curator
See how our combustion blooms!
A fragrant flame too hot to touch
For more than just these fleeting months
Of lush and fruitful spring.
The way it overawes my eyes
With scorching hues that soon must fade
As blossoms do --
O let me pluck it,
Singe my fingers,
Press it 'twixt the pages of a book,
Preserve it there, ethereal and faint.
I'll put those glowing petals thus to bed
Between the paper sheets,
Until a germinating spark
Suffuses them with brightness
And propagates the flame,
So anyone who reads
Will quicken with the sweet
Perennial candescence of our love.
Red Roses
Roses mean
remember
Do you not remember Joyce?
We do
how she was peerless
deliriously precocious
possessing a penchant for playing house with human dolls
Obsessed stating it rather mildly
in making breakthroughs to the Other Side
cementing Parapsychology as a field concrete
no longer so easily dismissible as
"Pseudo Science!"
with an arrogant waving of those same tenured hands
responsible for bricking it up behind a Fifth Wall
using heaping trowels of their ignorance as mortar
Gone amok a more precise assessment
similar in manner to her fixation's focus
a certain toured Seattle manor rumored to have
more rooms now than ever before ...
... despite it being unoccupied for decades
Fearless
furiously ferocious
in tantrums tantamount to fanaticism devout
cowardly willing to sacrifice anyone
for irrefutable proof finally shutting up
the most deliberately obtuse skeptics
in what was to become to her misfortune
not too mention the others in our group
an ill conceived paranormal investigation
we were late to the party in figuring out
Structurally unsound
framed upon an insecure foundation
erected on cursed ground
even the most wrought iron clad logic
is subject to flaws
for beyond her smeared blood grasp
fingers curled tightly around knurled bars
fencing in her mentally gated community of one
all its vociferous residents bearing childhood scars
leveling Reardon's house of cards confidence building
on a daily basis with nightly wrecking balls of doubt
was the evidence already at hand!
compelling enough to champion her cause:
broken water pipes so cold
bursting with icicles in July
spinning wheels on parked bicycles
run of the mill stones granite
raining down from the sky
pulverizing a home across the street
from the Wheaton household
not just anywhere on the planet
words unspoken
thoughts told
left behind by you and I
psychically raptured from inanimate objects
trapped in doorknockers rapped
captured in cameras as if film exposed
unnaturally superimposed with special effects
spectral
manifestations
reflected in eyes of more open minded
children likewise occupying adult sized bodies
witnessing things that are there
but not there ...
... Not there!
Here?
In bad bad! houses
miniature or otherwise grand
haunted by their architects
gone insanely mad
only lies are to be had
and
the walls push back hard
If you really must insist upon
exploring these unsettled grounds
where the old Rimbauer mansion once stood
throwing our cautionary tale to the wind
then it is imperative to tread lightly
keeping this firmly in mind
remember
Rose is mean
Thanks, GM, it was a rip-roaring success.
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Some comments on the new version:
1) Obsessed stating it rather mildly >>> Obsessed is stating it rather mildly
(adding the verb makes is much clearer to me)
2) in tantrums tantamount to fanaticism devout >>> consider: In tantrums tantamount to fanatic devotion?
3) not too mention the others in our group >>> not to mention
4) for irrefutable proof finally shutting up >>> if these lines mean what I think they do, then there should be a comma in here: for irrefutable proof, finally shutting up; and another after misfortune
5) Structurally unsound
framed upon an insecure foundation
erected on cursed ground
to me, 'structurally unsound' and 'insecure foundation' are two ways of saying the same thing - needed?
6) knurled - had to look this up; new word for my vocabulary!! hurrah!
7) leveling Reardon's house of cards confidence building >>> leveling Reardon's house of cards, confidence building
8) words unspoken
thoughts told
left behind by you and I >>> is 'told' necessary? consider:
words unspoken, thoughts told
left behind by you and I
This is it for now - maybe I'll have a chance to continue soon/later....
Can't stop long, another airport lounge, another flight.
Thanks GM, though I didn't contribute, I haven't felt so engaged with a thread for ages. Great to read other peoples insights and responses.
Here I am clumsily trying to pass house of cards off as an adjective or subset of confidence building.
Suggestion to reduce clumsiness:
leveling Reardon's house-of-cards confidence building
8) words unspoken
thoughts told
left behind by you and I >>> is 'told' necessary? consider:
words unspoken, thoughts told
left behind by you and I
Thank you again, gm. This has been a great challenge for all participants. In my many years on the pobo we have never, until now, been able to run a successful workshop challenge/thread. Your approach is perfect for us imo: the double blind aspect makes all the difference. I think we should do this monthly. Someone different can shepherd it through each month.Maybe we could limit it to a certain number of poems per month, like ten, so it doesn't get overwhelming.
Poets, what do you think?
Thank you again, gm. This has been a great challenge for all participants. In my many years on the pobo we have never, until now, been able to run a successful workshop challenge/thread. Your approach is perfect for us imo: the double blind aspect makes all the difference. I think we should do this monthly. Someone different can shepherd it through each month.Maybe we could limit it to a certain number of poems per month, like ten, so it doesn't get overwhelming.
Poets, what do you think?
Thank you again, gm. This has been a great challenge for all participants. In my many years on the pobo we have never, until now, been able to run a successful workshop challenge/thread. Your approach is perfect for us imo: the double blind aspect makes all the difference. I think we should do this monthly. Someone different can shepherd it through each month.Maybe we could limit it to a certain number of poems per month, like ten, so it doesn't get overwhelming.
Poets, what do you think?
I might even be finished with Roses by May to participate.
This all sounds great. I think we all agree that this challenge helps whether you submit a poem or just comment.
I'm having big health issues again and will probably be in the hospital again (like maybe as of tonight), so we could plan to start the next one around 5/15--let it be a mid month challenge. Mer if May 15-31 is ok for you, you'll run that one. If not, an alternate can step up. And maybe 8 poems is better than 10, with preference for participation given to those who did not submit poems for the previous month's challenge (in this case the one we just finished). That's a week to submit and post as they come in and a week or more to comment. Does that sound reasonable?
If I don't answer tonight, you'll know I'm off for another happy hospital visit. If they admit me, I'll have wifi, yays. But we should have some time, overall, to work out the details for the challenge.
Sorry to not have been around much lately, but now you know why.