I’m a tornado of bees, a cyclone of buzz and hum | |
You have more sharp turns than a toboggan of hornets | |
I’ll rattle your mullions, believe you me, love storm of the century. | |
The sky is seasick with hurricanes | |
We’re the full catastrophe, no atrophy | |
No apostrophe, no trophy | |
You ring in my ears like dynamite, like a fight between samba and flamenco | |
Oh Nagasaki, oh hot ginger, oh Ali‘s rhumba in the jungle | |
More fun than a barrel of mimes tipping over Niagara | |
You are handcuffed to wind, laughing about mortality | |
Eskimo my nose, my toes, cuddle is the new tundra | |
The windows leak ghosts, whistling for their supper | |
But this is a love poem, gorgeous with leaves turning cartwheels | |
Rain weeps through the cracks in my hands, wanders the damp maze of my bones |
For Shay’s Word Garden and TSM
The last stanza is my favourite.
Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my blog today.
Much❤love
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Always a brilliant craft of metaphor and unique dancing of words my friend! I love the idea of the sky being sea sick with hurricanes. Though I have seen my fair share of them!
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I love the way the words move down the page like the whoosh of the wind. The 1st and last two are my favorites but, the whole piece is amazing.
Just love the way your mind travels…
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Thank you so much!
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Those final three quatrains were the ones that I went back to read again. They are excellent. I had to look up “mullions.” I never knew what those were called before. When I read one of Jim Brosnan’s books, he talked about another ballplayer’s nickname being “Mullion” which he said meant “ugly.” I think it was in regard to reliever Marshall Bridges. I have also heard old Pirate and expansion Senator pitcher Bennie Daniels called “Mullion.”
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Interesting! Glad those had something that caught your attention. They were distillate from the other word list. Except the whole poem was like that, just awful when it was an endless dirge. It worked better once there was some counter voice.
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An exquisite homage to Ostriker’s poetry!
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Thank you!
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Love the form of this piece ❤
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Thank you!!
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I especially love these:
“Oh Nagasaki, oh hot ginger”
“You are handcuffed to wind”
“cuddle is the new tundra”
the last one
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Thanks!!
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A love poem? I do like your “sharp turns” here (except maybe for the love poem).
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How about failed love poem?
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I love this whole poem, qbit, it’s so surprising at every turn with each new notion it presents. I especially love:
“You are handcuffed to wind,
laughing about mortality” – just gorgeous!
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Oh, thank you so much!!
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Wow. This poem is amazing in every way. Loved it.
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What great word play! And what amazing images! These are my favourite stanzas:
Eskimo my nose, my toes,
cuddle is the new tundra
The windows leak ghosts,
whistling for their supper
But this is a love poem,
gorgeous with leaves turning cartwheels
Rain weeps through the cracks in my hands,
wanders the damp maze of my bones
Just such imaginative, wonderful writing.
How did you get the grid onto WP? I have tried to lay out poems like this but have failed under WP’s limitations.
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Hey, thanks! So to format that, I use a table block. On the right, you can choose between a “grid” or the banding. lmk if that makes sense, if not I can probably step you through it.
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Love it, all of it…even learned what mullions means…Oh and what an image “The sky is seasick with hurricanes”
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Thank you!!!
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hey qbit, i’ve been waiting for a new poem from you, glad you take your time, cause quality is key and all, but damn, this great!
it’s a love poem, or rather a love dialog. i love this format, it’s so versatile. in some of your applications is like getting the narrative plus the stage direction, like seeing the poem “in the round”. and other times it’s a dialog, a conversation in riddles. i really really like this format of yours.
“More fun than a barrel of mimes
tipping over Niagara”
heh, i can see that, great image, and then the response:
“You are handcuffed to wind,
laughing about mortality”
you’re a pretty good mime yourself =)
a steamy conversation, and a great poem sir, well done
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Thanks! Appreciate that you like my experiments, not sure what I’m doing at all, but hey, why not!
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Love the formatting on this. Excellent poem with standout last two lines!
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Thank you!!
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