Tuesday, January 7, 2020

when the muse is in/out of sync with the moon-



i got passionfruit
    road-raging my throat

i want to spit it out
    a drake-inspired pop song

or a gluten free vegan cake
    by Rashmi's Bakery

but instead it goes down
    my bile & belly, ignites

all my anxieties, stirs up
    seasonal blues as crystal moon

rises from the seawater 
    & muse,  earth-bound

splutters ink, burns the air
    with bright bluish green flames-

zinc 
    of all my silvery dreams 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Let's Get Elemental- Hosted by Sarah.  Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.   

21 comments:

  1. I’m so thankful you’re here to channel the past — you, Claudia, and Brian had such connected writing styles. You were the Trinity of Poetry. I will never forget that inspiring/inspired leadership.

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    1. Thank you and I hope you get back to writing poems! Missin you!

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  2. Ah, Grace, amazing as ever! I love that road-raging passion-fruit, and the burning bile - a great cascade of imagery, and an unexpected element at the end. Lovely stuff.

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  3. Oh that concluding line... the false hope of silver only being zinc. The buildup of bile just makes that concluding line so much stronger.

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  4. Your poem has a touch of beat and a massive twist of passionfruit road rage, Grace! It is vibrant and vivid, and I love the way it appeals to the senses. I have no idea where Rasmi’s bakery is, but I like the sound of the gluten-free vegan cake. My favourite lines:
    ‘…ignites
    all my anxieties, stirs up
    seasonal blues as crystal moon’
    and
    ‘splutters ink, burns the air
    with bright bluish green flames’.

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  5. My fave line is 'zinc of all my silvery dreams'- perfection!

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  6. You lit up the place with your beatnik beat, Grace!

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  7. Out of sync … leads to zinc! (Sorry, couldn't resist!) Loved your poem.

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  8. That bile sure can build up and be nothing more than zinc.

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  9. "zinc
    of all my silvery dreams"... Grace that is marvelous!

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  10. this poem is delicious. the last stanza is a dream.

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  11. You saw a target and hit it Grace, Though not a particular fan of the beat school you did find a way to encapsulate its discordant road to imagery.

    One day I do surmise that "passion fruit" will be more easily digestible. Perhaps the gluten free will aid its journey to comestible.

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  12. All this inspiration, choked by zinc-stained perspirations! I think every hardworking poet well understands the fickle nature of muse wine. Well done.

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  13. A moon and muse. One certainly affects the other. And dreams are seldom the real thing.

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  14. Very nice. Love the imagery you've created.

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  15. Wonderfully done, Grace. Lovely to read you.

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  16. I love those first two lines, and the zinc exploding with colour at the end. A wonderful write.

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  17. The last two lines really close out the poem. Wonderfully, written Grace. Zinc - is also very good for healing.

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  18. love the rhythm and the originality of the language in this..JIM

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  19. Outstanding, Grace!

    "i got passionfruit
    road-raging my throat"

    "splutters ink, burns the air
    with bright bluish green flames-

    zinc
    of all my silvery dreams "

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