The Quantumverse
Cornered by names and dates
Birthstone is granite,
Without ornament,
A fastness
Emptied of time,
But filled with hollow.
By custom, kill a ram
And spill its life
Over the foundation
In celebration,
Measure the shadow
Of a stranger
And bury it underneath
Like a soul.
By such adornment
Mark us present.
Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Birthstone
“On some clear nights in the country the stars can exhaust us”
– Jim Harrison (Day Twenty-Six – 28 Days of Unreason)
Dull constellations
The Crutch, The Old Hats, The Snores –
I have seen the light
“Such fragile wings”
– Jim Harrison (Day Twenty-Three – 28 Days of Unreason)
It is this air
That is fragile –
Carries your hints
But cannot hold them,
Gives way to gesture,
Breaks into wisps,
Suggestions
Easily swept aside.
But when you caught
Your breath,
Amassed its density,
Felt portent spreading
Like wings,
You took flight –
Your anger aloft
On nothing but words
The following is a voice recording of the Renga that Charley and I wrote, called “Road of Ashes” The link to the written text is here, but it really comes alive when read out loud.
It was tragedy
Of no use to anyone
At all
My father would go
To the jail and speak
alone with murderers
His was divination
Of the cards –
Insane or not insane
Those who saw faces
Terrible eyes
Blood omens
And those
Who
Did not
The fate of each
And every one
The same – to hang
Which ones
of them
By rope
For Miz Quickly’s Visual
Charley and I take on The End of Times and Quo Vadis of the soul in this Renga full of vigorous language and vibrant imagery! Make sure your seat belt is fastened!
qbit has taken up this crazy challenge! I will update our ongoing collaboration through 10 couplets. Stop by and see what insanity he & I cook up! If you are interested in joining in, stop by the original post for On the Road of Ashes and let me know! This is a part of the September Challenge of Casting Bricks; join us! (plagiarized from Jilly’s blog almost verbatim)
I was on the way, on the way
and suddenly, precipitously, I wasn’t
Tourmaline voices cracked like stones in a fire
Broke my path wide into rust or grey choices
To labor as herdsman over sheep seeking knowledge
or waste my life recumbent on a hammock
Such are the sheep of Yeats
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Cry out agonies in languages better gauged
to bear pain than in lingua hominibus
Vulgate promises
That will not redeem
Poets…
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Come read some sharp word-play in a Renga by Jilly and me!
Qbit has taken up this challenge. I will update our ongoing collaboration through 10 couplets. If you are interested in joining in, stop by the original post for Playing Fetch with Knives and let me know! This is a part of the September Challenge of Casting Bricks; join us.
He didn’t stand a chance
She was as fetching as a boning knife
He would slice his fingers
On the cut of her dress
Exquisite sting
he considers the price
What is fair game
For a member of the criminal sex
She would welcome every pain
Lay the blame at his feet
Parting the sea of obstacles
Leaving his armor in the slipstream
Of unmanned missions
Impossible
To describe how charming she
found his melodrama in her 39th week
Her eyes spinning like daggers:
“Here’s looking at you, kid.”
The fly sees my hand
And knows it is death
It is only I who am confused
By poems
For dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting the Bar
Rasta bones
Litter the rocks
Jerk scented air
Reggaes the walk
A hungry dog
Is an angry dog
The hum of meat
Vibrates the streets
We wail and gnaw
The Marleybone
S’the Mawgah dawg
We wail and moan
Knives grooving
The alleyways
Steel whets
The appetite
Hurricane Ganja
Tears Babylon’s walls
Gate of Rasta soul
Cries out One Love
Authors and Madpersons: qbit and Jilly
(plus Unindicted Co-Conspirators)
Raccoon bones
Litter the rocks
Striding through the backyard
Coyote
Snarled tracks in snow
Prowl the sliding door
Flick of a light switch
Scamper of footsteps
Cat
Is MIAow
Urine puddle
The late-night cleanup!
Dog
Is paper wolf
Barking chorus
Racing deer
The eyes, the eyes
The eyes, the eyes
Last clatter
The waning moon
Authors and Madpersons: qbit and frankjtassone
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