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Post by moira on Oct 27, 2008 20:54:40 GMT 2
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Post by lvpd on Nov 2, 2008 18:41:43 GMT 2
Okay, I'll leap first....
REPOSSESSION
That year we all went a little crazy, whispered about each other’s misfortunes with wild hair and permanent looks of alarm in our eyes. When they came
for the last furniture, I tried to claim kinship, brandished my pedigree, declared my dog a hyena, then tried to elicit sympathy for her suckling pups,
but they wanted even the chair I sat on, my grandmother’s, more ornament than support. What I wanted was a saddle, but all the horses leapt away from me.
The place was clean, all right, but the floor tilted into my lap and even my childhood memories rose up and left, flying out the window and leaping towards the sun
with the other horses. I had only the walls left to me, and my own shadow.
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Post by moira on Nov 2, 2008 22:28:16 GMT 2
oh wow, Lisken - I've been thinking and thinking all day how to write a tanka to this picture, ... you've written such an effortlessly beautiful poem.
xx, moi
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Post by lvpd on Nov 3, 2008 0:11:32 GMT 2
Thanks, Moi. I've always found the idea of ekphrastic poetry very appealing, but haven't had much success in previous attempts to produce it.... So this was especially fun and satisfying.
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Post by shayepoet on Nov 3, 2008 1:14:46 GMT 2
Too cool, Lisken! I'm working on this one in my head since yesterday. I love it -- all her work! I had to look her up. I found this link on-line: tinyurl.com/68jqq8
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Post by ekswitaj on Nov 3, 2008 6:31:55 GMT 2
the zebra was left to nurse the cats and everyone transformed especially the unicorn blank as your dreams of me that virgin lover lost a horn , ran free & the woman in control
(did she exist? was she me? was locked up with her ghost in chair now we lift our mudras to command this curtained bestiary & all my nameless walls
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