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Post by shayepoet on Oct 20, 2008 7:53:12 GMT 2
Ekphrastic Challenge for November 22nd
Are you coming along?
Pacita Abad (1946-2004)
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Post by tawhite on Nov 23, 2008 17:45:49 GMT 2
What’s a Map? Or will you go your own way as you always have: the maze your magnet chaos your claim emptying boxes side-stepping circles snarling at the ruler and compass oblivious to lines and destination your eyes around some corner of. Never mind.
Thanks for the Sunday morning fun!
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lvpd
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Post by lvpd on Nov 23, 2008 20:16:29 GMT 2
Yes, fun! For some reason, these visual prompts have triggered formal experiments for me.... Haven't tried a villanelle in ages. No masterpiece, but certainly fun to turn my hand to.
ONCE A LOVER
Are you singing your song? Is your life what you hoped? Is it coming along?
Our days are long gone – but a tremor remains, like a note… Are you singing your song?
I hear it: bright, strong, as if in my blood, encoded. You’ve come with me, all along.
Look at the sun. Long rays wrap the world like rope, their shimmer our song,
yours and mine. We belong where we are, our abodes, our lives, coming along.
You’re just one face in the throng, nothing owing, nothing owed. Still I hear you, singing my song. I’m happy you’ve come along.
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Post by batsword on Nov 24, 2008 2:57:48 GMT 2
the table's set there's a party goin' on where is everyone?
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Post by trippweaver on Nov 28, 2008 1:45:50 GMT 2
Night of Possibilities
I'm waiting by the corner of Charles one block from the river, sitting on the fence of your corral. Yes, that's what you called this fenced-in patch of green. Waiting for our soft shoe dance, we can make this night wild, unpredictable, I have coins we can toss— give each other a read. Let's hop scotch Washington Square, where memories flare my nostrils wide. I'm waiting, and you know I hate to wait.
Julene
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