Day 8 of the Poet’s Billow Challenge:Frame of mind

Today’s challenge is to write an Ekphrasis poem. An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art. Through the imaginative act of narrating and reflecting on the “action” of a painting or sculpture, the poet may amplify and expand its meaning. A notable example is “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” in which the poet John Keats speculates on the identity of the lovers who appear to dance and play music, simultaneously frozen in time and in perpetual motion. The piece of art chosen is the Centaur’s kiss by George Leonnec as depicted below:


Often have I walked past this painting,

each time, seeing a unique aspect and ratio.

I can only guess at the artist’s intention,

vacillate in the depths of my observation.

In moment’s when I feel suffocation

has throttled the air from my lungs,

when worry, worms through my brain,

this is salve  for my bleeding wounds.

I am transported in time and place

where Wind was Caution’s favorite child,

where judgment’s gavel did not fall,

Imagination borrowed extended wings.

The freedom of spirit I see before me,

galloping completely untethered,

without fear of danger, risk or cost,

is the reverie that frequently absorbs me.

I smell the sweet scent of romance

as it’s violet fragrance floats in the air.

Passion wins the race with no shame

though reason remains in the game.

On bleak days I see a different portrait.

I hear the gossip and feel the bigotry,

of those who do not understand

that we’re all half animal, half woman and man.

That sometimes our base instincts prevail,

when we’re meant to be who we must be,

where love governs all things, regardless

of race, colour, nationality, gender or creed.

Without understanding the full context,

this is a single frame, isolated from the next.

Day 7 of The Poet’s Billow Challenge: Forbidden Fruit

For today’s prompt, write a poem that overindulges the senses or focuses on something related. There is little reason in this except for pure pleasure.

There should be nothing useful in terms of improving morals, values, or intellect in your poems. This is not a poem to raise our understanding of human nature. Pure hedonistic verse for the simple pleasure of sensual indulgence. Write a poem that makes the reader faint from fear, blush from arousal, or look away in modesty or embarrassment. Write a poem so delicious that readers will forget it’s only a poem and shove it into their mouths. Overdo it. Yum!

Oh yes!

You knew which button to press,

Which nerve ends to touch,

To bring out my crimson blush!

A seemingly innocent orange- quartered,

Instantly, my lips moistened, eyes watered

While I savored it, lingered over it

How the sweet juices flowed – as I bit…

You cheered me on with your verbs

As I hungered for the meaning of your words,

Dripping and squirting the juicy fruit,

Wanting so much more, I swore I’d loot!

You dangled a strawberry, once again, tempting–

Licking and swallowing, craving– still unrelenting.

Then you stroked a banana gently before my eyes.

From somewhere deep below, I heard desire’s cries!

If there is a lesson for me to take away–

When you taste forbidden fruit, do not say.

Others might want to share and I’ll have none of it!

Day 6:Poet’s Billow Challenge: Fairytales end

The Prompt for this poem was to take a domestic situation and relate to  a surreal vs real scenario. Had a bit of writer’s block today but here we go:

These words

Once ripe-

Bursting for you

Now washed out

Hang limp

Pegged and dry

Ready to fold away

Nothing left to say

Cinderella is home

Her prince has gone astray

As I prepared another load

I recalled the princess and the toad….

The Dilemma

To chase freedom in all its forms

Or abide society in all its norms

To follow personal conviction

Or live a life of contradiction

To remain silent and not rebel

Or stand on rooftops, whistle and tell

To be true to yourself, be a martyr

Or trade souls, shrink to a barter

To focus on your locus of control

Or propel the rock and let it roll

Perhaps the solution is not very clear

But resolve the dilemma without fear!

Imagination

Day 4 of the challenge from the Poet’s Billow : The prompt for today is to write a poem including the words Bread,Butter and Milk. Enjoy!

I need you,

but you knew that already.

You are the bread that sustains me,

inspiring me with a solid reason,

the base on which I stack my fancy’s filling,

daily nourishment for my creative soul.

I searched for you.

Then I found you after tossing the clutter,

melted like butter at the first sight of you,

now necessary to my everyday,

that glue that keeps me together,

spreading through each waking thought.

Oh how I yearned for you!

You were the missing  jigsaw piece,

the milk that now flows through my veins,

warming the cockles of my heart,

flowing fluidly through the channels

of love that draws me to you.

Our first time together

Day 2 of the challenge from The Poet’s Billow asks that we take on the persona of being the first one to do something. I’ve chosen being the first one ever to play the saxophone. If I could play an instrument this is what I would like to play.

Over six hundred component parts

United in perfection’s art and craft

To this glorious day,

When I am the first one to play

This magnificent piece of satin gold

With tremulous lips, I touch your mouth

For the first time, breathing deep

As I curl my hand around your neck

Determined by the the end of this night

To make you mine.

I close my eyes, purse my lips

And make a few false starts

Then you give me the keys to your heart

Return my kiss with your fire

Rising from bass note, higher and higher

We’re both going places

We’ve never been before

First a vibrato taken to highest pitch

Then a tremolo trilling and thrilling

Every part of you.

The crowd has gone mad

As they rise to their feet

We’ve reached the crescendo,

The ultimate high note

The finest pitch hangs eternally in the air

My fine tenor, I declare my love

You’re the finest instrument sent from above

By the cooling waters

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Lake Geneva – Montreux : Chevvy8

I miss your laughter

and your smiles,

the familiarity of

seeing you everyday,

even when you are miles away.

 

It’s strange

how you make me feel like this,

igniting flickers

I never thought I had,

when seeing you again,

makes me feel so glad.

 

Is it de ja vu,

feeling like I’ve always known you ?

How you read me so well.

How I feel your emotions,

tides turning across the oceans.

 

There is a space for you

preserved in my heart.

Come close my dear

and feel it race,

each time you show your face.

 

Come rest here awhile,

By the cooling waters,

Let me make you smile.

 

 

 

 

After the storm

In response to the Poet’s Billow challenge for day 1, here is my take on the thunderstorm theme.

Heaven growled

in displeasure, spluttering

and spitting her tears

of anger on all of us,

soaking the land with her wrath.

Flashes clicked far

and wide at this historic event,

Her rumbling anger

inconsolable, like death.

How could we redeem ourselves?

Unabated sparks

whipped our writhing bodies.

Then she subsided in pain,

breaking her holy waters

like a mother, giving birth.