which have you become?
oyster or flower ? : hours
pass : i see you not
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haiku
Category Archives: Fish
conun~drums
it’s a something different that dances inside me
it’s a light that renders me muted~untouchable
it’s an incomplete heartbeat rhythm~ bizarrely
violent and sweet; quiet riots of syllables
meet a tattered ball of storm that curls and uncurls
it’s a shimmer of mirror, a gaggle of shadows
it’s a soft brown animal, a bruteful of howls
if one attempts to fish or wish in these shallows
well, metamorphosis blinks a wink of a flash
it’s a something different still, neither bone nor flesh
twist of exquisite breaths
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not a haiku
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who thinks his body, like a woman.”
NaPoWriMo day 16:- Today, the challenge, to write a curtal sonnet. This is a variation on the classic 14-line sonnet. The curtal sonnet form was developed by Gerard Manley Hopkins, and he used it for what is probably his most famous poem, “Pied Beauty.” A curtal sonnet has eleven lines, instead of the usual fourteen, and the last line is shorter than the ten that precede it. Here are two other examples of Hopkins’ curtal sonnets: “Ash Boughs,” and “Peace.”
insistent joy — pouring
pale-green tea in a delicate cup
unceremonious —
koi in a pond swimming up
miniscule coal glowing in foaming
waterfall in my infinite chest
autumnal tumble spring expressed
palms pressed, lips open
to happiness —
to all things beckoning
recognising every small thing as tasting
fortuitous —
that stuff of thankfulness
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oh, that soft embrace from — you know who
you are — rhymes of mint thyme coriander sage i
planted in a riot of wild flowers and trees i
will never see the shade of
oh, and that kiss — you know who
you are — amber and a thousand stars
stammer
in a pond swimming in
your mouth making the sound of
my name secure
murmur
oh, and that caress — you know who
you are — a sacrament of butterflies, thunder
rising on a summer breeze — a whole summer
lain in front of us to pray in
cascades made of holy gifts sipped to my infinite limbs
in the pond swimming around
winter hours shining in burnt orange glints
oh, and that gaze — you know who
you are — tiny tremors that become exquisite
shivers on a fresh blanched page
oh, and that hand in mine — you know who
you are —
oh,
you are
in
bubble-wrap pops
copper-blue eggs
nut-brown arms
cornflower silks
twitterings of little tits
snatches of salt-sharp winds
silver pepper-pot twists
dapples of yellow apples
white-linen billows
black-chocolate pebbles
thick-cream envelopes
effervescent-cobalt soaps
ecetera eceteras
sent to my infinite heart
insistent persistent gift
oh, joy — you know who
you are
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 13.-
….in honour of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.
man ~ made
laughter made of wool,
sublime lips, fish suppers cooked
on heart ~ shaped embers
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haiku
flly
how beautifully
fish flash silver mirroring
hope for food in hook
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haiku
fishing
you stroke behind my
gills i open oxygen
floods in musically
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haiku
gone
fishing in the sky
you know how i feel
slippery ~
constant as the sun
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haiku
refusing blue
napowrimo day 12
blue pill
*you take the blue pill and the story ends. you wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe
red pill
*you take the red pill and you stay in wonderland and i show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes
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swallowing red
scrabbling on the edge of the rabbit-hole, bitten-lipped
footing lost, taste of red, vomit-ready, in my frozen throat
only the illuminated rumi in my apron pocket
letting go of everything known, wider awake than thought
falling up and into dirty soul
scrawling eat me, drink me, frantically
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refusing blue
in refusing blue, i know it is the I that burnt the sky
standing on a rooftop poised to pitch forward, leapt, while you stepped
back while blaming me for killing us – knowing
the hole i had to go through was alone-shaped and mightily-icy – knowing
it was warmer than the bed i left – i swallow that
while reciting sufism beneath my breath
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one fish two fish red fish blue fish
wishes swimming in soap-bubbles i forget to notice
cherry blossoms sobbing sweetly as background noise
swirling purply
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btw april 12 2021
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Prompt:- I’m calling this one “Past and Future.” This prompt challenges you to write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction.
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https://sfdictionary.com/view/2317/blue-pill
* lines from the Matrix
red pill / blue pill reference found in …https://sfdictionary.com/view/2317/blue-pill
rumi:- Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi (also given as Jalal ad-did Muhammad Balkhi, best known as Rumi, l. 1207-1273 CE) was a Persian Islamic theologian and scholar but became famous as a mystical poet whose work focuses on the opportunity for a meaningful and elevated life through personal knowledge and love of God. He was a devout Sunni Muslim and, even though his poetry emphasizes a transcendence above religious strictures and dogma, it is grounded in an Islamic worldview. Rumi’s God is welcoming to all, however, no matter their professed faith, and one’s desire to know and praise this God is all that is required for living a spiritual life.
blue pill n.
a drug that allows one to remain ignorant of reality; cf. red pill n.
Often fig.
Drugs
- 1998 L. Wachowski & A. Wachowski The Matrix (shooting script, 29 Mar.) 29You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe.
red pill n.
a drug that reveals esp. unpleasant truths of the real world; cf. blue pill n.
Often fig. Now often associated with right-wing or men’s-rights political movements.
Drugs
- 1998 L. Wachowski & A. Wachowski The Matrix (shooting script, 29 Mar.) 29You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
- 2020 H. Kunzru Red Pill 171 Hari Kunzru bibliographySo much of what he said had that particular tone, that suggestion of double meaning. Come inside or stay in the dark, as if he were about to initiate me into a mystery, offer me the red pill.
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Bowl of Reflections inscribed with Rumi’s poetry. Early 13th century, Brooklyn Museum. (TRT World and Agencies)
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flurry of fibs
fib i.
thin
bones
you made
just for me
hung around my neck
filled with your broken music
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fib ii.
coo
coo
catches
my notice
two fat wood pigeons
chat on naked branch; sweet nothings
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fib iii. – double fib
fresh
fish
suggest
death; soon stink
but fish in water
flash life, salt light, elusiveness
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where there is true love of fishes
delight in movement
beautiful
quick gasp
pure
joy
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fib iv.
seat
belt
signs off
air plane lands
waiting past the gate
eucalypt sent to mesmerize
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fib v. reversed
all that glitters isn’t wished for
peering down the well
picked-pin lights
bubble
up
fuck!
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fib vi. – double fib
i
breathe
under
thin glass dome
wondering why i
can’t hear dandelions’ song,
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sense diamonds’ burgeoning presence
oxygen escapes
metallic
taste
trapped
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fib i . – fibanacci numbers up to 21
grasp
grief
between
two small thumbs
rub it of its grease
make piles, bake, eat hot with butter,
choke; what’s the matter, they cry, gorging on damp fat crumbs
morning rises despite sifted protests to the contrary – nothing more to add.
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april 7, 2021
btw
And now, for our (optional) prompt! There are many different poetic forms. Some have specific line counts, syllable counts, stresses, rhymes, or a mix-and-match of the above. Of the poetic forms that are based on syllable counts, probably the most well-known – to English speakers, at least – is the Japanese form called the haiku. But there are many other syllable-based forms. Today, I’d like to challenge you to pick from two of them – the shadorma, and the Fib.
The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5. So, like the haiku, the lines are relatively short. Rather poetically, the origin of the shadorma is mysterious. I’ve seen multiple online sources call it Spanish – but “shadorma” isn’t a Spanish word (Spanish doesn’t have “sh” as a letter pairing), and neither is “xadorma,” or “jadorma,” which would approximate “shadorma” in sound. But even if this form is simply the brainchild of an internet trickster who gave it an imaginary backstory, that’s no reason why you shouldn’t try your hand at it. Every form was made up by someone, sometime.
Our second syllabic form is much more forthright about its recent origins. Like the shadorma, the Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. Perhaps you remember the Fibonacci sequence from math or science class – or even from nature walks. Lots of things in the natural world hew to the sequence – like pineconesand flower petals. And now your poems can, too.
great & small
scaled furred winged petaled
rooted fruited pawed skinned small
sacred fragments : all
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haiku
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