
Tell me more
Of what I’m longing to hear
Just say the words!
STOP –
Meandering detours,
Dedicating, then effacing
Applauding, then obfuscating.
Just say those words

Tell me more
Of what I’m longing to hear
Just say the words!
STOP –
Meandering detours,
Dedicating, then effacing
Applauding, then obfuscating.
Just say those words
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.

The realization-
Wait for the tide to roll in
Listen to its cyclical music
If you fathom its silence
You’ll hear its orchestra rush in
With nourishing food for your soul
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!
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….

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!
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.
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

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.
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.