Tuesday, April 16, 2019

am i a sunflower too?



her voice, tear-culled, rose in steady pitch
hitting the wormy chair in frustrated bangs 

as if world crowded in, fire-dwarfed intensity
i lean in, owl-light eyes 

but she taproots me, darkness her refuge
i bluefish her deepest dreams, frog-purring  

your soul is she-bird
yes, you are

i offer her a wind's cocoon, scent of starblued
memories  

she marvels at my eggshell-wings and map-
inked skin, i wish-chime

sister, you also have your own cradle-petal wings
yes, you do

she lark-high out of the room, line zipping to sky-field
where sun is bell-voiced mama

embracing welcome, & kissing her dust-
tongued face





A whimsical write for Poetics Tuesday at dVerse Poets Pub- Love of words by guest pub host Laura Bloomsbury.    

Here is the challenge from Laura:
Verbing of nouns as well as the nouning of verbs, peppered with personification: “A slap of sea and a tickle of sand. A fanfare of sunshades opening. A wince and whinny of bathers dancing into deceptive water. (A Holiday Memory)

And last but not least are the word compounds. Here I’ve selected just 25 of the 350 or so hyphenated word-coining he employed: –
BELL-VOICED      CRADLE-PETALS       DARK-VOWELLED      DUST-TONGUED
FIRE-DWARFED   GRAVE-GROPING      HARE-HEELED           HEAVEN-CIRCLING
LARK-HIGH         MAP-BACKED           MOON-BLOWN          MUFFLE-TOED

OWL-LIGHT         RINGED-SEA            SCYTHE-EYED           SHE-BIRD
TEAR-CULLED      TIDE-LOOPED           WATER-SPOKEN       WHALE-WEED


For this Tuesday Poetics I’m asking you to write a poem using at least FOUR of the hyphenated compound words from the above list.  Employ as little or as much of Thomas’ other methodologies too as but most of all, let’s love the words!

15 comments:

  1. What a fun write ... I can really feel the exchange here of two women... for me I feel as clueless as I often do when seeing women interacting wordlessly...

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  2. you took this prompt to heart- intriguing title and your verbing is so playful Grace - "i bluefish her deepest dreams, frog-purring"
    with that undertow of dark emotions that we women employ
    "fire-dwarfed intensity"

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  3. Nice lines: "but she taproots me, darkness her refuge
    i bluefish her deepest dreams, frog-purring "

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  4. You have us all blue-fishing dreams; an exciting vibrant piece. It does become testament to the inherent power of women, but it is so much more than that.

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  5. Wonderful, Grace, and so full of sounds! I love the additional wordplay and the lines:

    ‘i offer her a wind's cocoon, scent of starblued
    memories

    she marvels at my eggshell-wings and map-
    inked skin, i wish-chime

    sister, you also have your own cradle-petal wings
    yes, you do’.

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  6. I love the "tear-culled" voice, and this:" i offer her a wind's cocoon, scent of starblued
    memories" Lovely!

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  7. This is beautiful. We've been over in Ireland, packing up my mother-in-law's house, connecting with my sisters-in-law. This poem spoke to me of the connections that grow between women in the context of joy, grief, experience.

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  8. The dreamer in me likes this part the best...

    but she taproots me, darkness her refuge
    i bluefish her deepest dreams, frog-purring

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  9. ahhhh. the tender images and movements of lilts create such a dreamy conversation. very good verbing, Grace!

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  10. Super job crafting this GRACE! Intriguing and a pleasure to read... :-)

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  11. Whimsical indeed, very fun and trippy.

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  12. @ Grace: thank you for your comment -- btw, I added a new voice act to accompany the track. I am glad you enjoyed the notes.

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  13. A delightful menagerie of welcoming images, with wonderful wordplay!

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