Big Tent Poetry, clause poetry, Poetry, quatrain

imagine

over at big tent poetry the monday prompt is clause poetry, courtesy of  Briar Cat
photo: talkingplant, flickr

Blue sky, bright light

closed eyes swaying
a hum of happiness soars
then was when my eyes opened to
a wash of waves coming ashore

a thousand yellow suns
broadcasting light and warmth
saturated sunday afternoon swim
closed eyes swaying

the heat was building, sweat and
circumstance soon tore open the sky
billowing buds of bejeweled blue benevolence
a hum of happiness soars

contemplating clouds of clarity
fussy feathers fidgeting for freedom
swept away wings sprouted wide
then was when my eyes opened to

a modest and soothing splash
the tingling touch of cool waters
hinting at a home encompassing wrap
a wash of waves coming ashore

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day 7. merge

big tent poetry, 7 day gong poetry. new to you. day 7. today, i pick encounter by czeslaw milosz.. the first line is from his poem

The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles

foreign in familiarity, soothing in style, a tinge of excitement trespass

relic shadows embody their will, a noetic wind blows, the backwards breeze bellows

perceptible walk away, hidden in the hills, the rising moon scratches the sealed sky,

bright their breathless appearance, glittering stars above, ignite the quiet stutterings

rising from below

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day 6. on time

big tent poetry gong poetry day 6 new to you. today i pick anais nin… because it is such a small poem i thought i would bring it on over… see below in italics

risk. and then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.

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and then the day came
releasing the rope
untied and free

there was another
more beautiful
sweeping the winter
away

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day 5. late

big tent poetry gong poetry day 5 new to you. today i pick marilyn monroe…

I am invariably late for appointments … sometimes, as much as two hours. I’ve tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.

too strong and
too pleasing
the scent of significant
leads the way

a thought evades
the second hand
vacating the corners
dusty with knowledge

one would rather
smile pleasingly
high heels clicking
and a swing of hips

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day 4. covered

big tent poetry gong poetry day 4 new to you. today i picked toni morrison, unlike any other. a beautiful author in all sorts of ways… for me it all started when i read her book beloved… new to me, her latest entitled jazz. a small excerpt and a line that sorta just stuck out…

“breathing and murmuring under covers both of them have washed and hung out on the line, in a bed they chose together and kept together never mind one leg was propped on a 1916 dictionary, and the mattress, curved like a preacher’s palm asking for witnesses in His name’s sake, enclosed them each and every night and muffled their whispering, old-time love” , dip poetry lounge

a lovely place survives
where two can go to be
a simple sharing sigh

they tell no one
never make plans
their desire uncovered

not a bother
smooth as soft
a sweet knowing familiar

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