Definition

One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Personal Challenge #2

Well I am "It" to the Personal Challenge from Michael (aka grapeling).  

As some of you know, I invited him to join and connect with poetry communities last April 2013. He accepted by writing a poem "Caterpillar" in response to my lune poem.   

"In honor of how I came to the garden, please select from at least one of your fellow Toads, a poem from their recent catalog, and craft a reply / commentary / inspiration from their pen, up to a total of 3 poems. What I'm going for here, is a sense of tribute to the influence we have on each other as poets. We support one another by comments - this challenge, is about paying homage via a pen to another poet's work. "

My challenge includes penning a series of lunes with a maximum of 75 words.   I have decided to use my split personality voices  to Marian's challenge on Living or being stuck in the Past. My first two poems are based on Kerry's Imperfect Recall.   Our head toad is inspiration to all of us.   I thank her for all the encouragement she has given me over the last 2 years.
Imperfect Recall 

spoon this liquid
and your muscles will cease
to strum strain

under insomniac ceiling
blue stars will glow faultlessly
to repulse shadows

laboring by window
your eyes will mist missing
ingredients scattered thinly 

in an ellipsis 

your right hand grasps book
wrinkled bitten flayed

yet each page
stretched taut over gaping wound
is jade adorned


~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

Pill

I am pink
and faithful at first swallow.
I treat disconsolate

with potent blows. 
All becomes ivory, where once
words bruised lavender.

I fill blanks
with happenstance, aches with honey.
I am river

rewinding what glowed,
fleshing what is absent : You
circling back to

Me. An arrow
separates us.   Thicker than magnet.
Murmuring a past

   perfect & luscious. 
As your lips wild tango
with my tongue.

                                   
                                                     ~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~


Nectar

       Morning taps gently

          I stir to see sun 
          bearing marmalade, coffee

       Sugar-glazed, cinnamon, spice-
         we inhale deeply warm silence
         with yellow-breasted birds

       Your eyes moon-drunk
         meet mine over soprano sky-       
         savor this -  sip ! 

To complete the cycle of words, my third poem is based on my very first encounter with Michael's poem - SIP. His strong & unique voice inspires me too. 

There is no Mr. Linky for this personal challenge post.   However if you feel inspired to write a response or craft a lune, single or series, feel free to leave your link in the comments & we will visit you.   Here is a quick refresher on lunes form. 

Thanks so much for reading and wishing you all Happy Tuesday ~

Grace (aka Heaven)

23 comments:

grapeling said...

Grace, these are wonderful. You're in full flower :)

For your first response, I especially like the middle verse: "your eyes will mist missing / ingredients scattered thinly" - it deftly twists the tenses and senses of missed/mist and incorporates the personal, emotional state of controlled, even hidden weeping. You've conveyed anguish and effort (strum strain; repulse; scattered; flayed; stretched; gaping) but managed to bring a sense of - if not peace, then beautiful acceptance - with the final line: jade adorned.

The second pen is brutally sensual, particularly in your use of color and sense - swallow/ blows/ bruised/ aches/ fleshing. Then the penultimate verse and that marvelous metaphor of attraction is just stellar: An arrow / separates us/ Thicker than magnet. Again, with the close, you bring a touch of hope, of intimacy, and it's hot!

Finally, thank you - I'm touched (in the head, but that's another story). Another smoking pen, luxuriant in the morning light, draped of sweetness and limbs. And those italics!

I'm so glad you invited me into the poetry community. It's been quite a ride these past 9 months. For those looking, here is the link to your lune poem, The March of the Caterpillar that inspired my pen.

It's a beautiful sliver moon tonight, the waves are crashing in the distance. A good night to read lunes. ~ M

Fireblossom said...

Grace, this whole thing is marvelous. Thanks to you and to grapeling for such an imaginative challenge which also pays tribute to other Toads!

Mama Zen said...

Marvelous work, Grace!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm simply stunned at the amount of thought and effort that has gone into each of these poems - each is a masterpiece in its own right, but together they are a feast for lovers of poetry. I am thrilled to know that a poem I wrote provided a spring-board for your own work. You have taken the idea of 'Imperfect Recall' and presented it from a whole new angle.
laboring by window
your eyes will mist missing
ingredients scattered thinly

in an ellipsis... I love that whole concept.

The poems written from the more sensual angle are luscious and richly worded in your own wonderful style.

Thank you for going all out for this challenge.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

lovely and wonderful, Grace...oh and did I forget to say how wonderful and lovely?

Marian said...

wowow, i just love this from start to end, Grace (and Michael), SO inspired. yippee! my favorite thing of all is this:

"Me. An arrow"

yowza! really, really good. i'm grateful for the presence of both of you in the garden.

hedgewitch said...

Some of your best work I have ever read here, Grace, and as you know, I have been reading you for a long time. I love each one, but especially the strong flavors in the last two. A beautiful response and execution of a challenge, which is in itself an example that will challenge all of the rest of us.

Grace said...

Thanks for all the love & kind words ~

Michael, your comprehensive review is more than my 3 poems, smiles ~ I am really moved by them ~ Thanks for the marvelous challenge ~

Helen said...

Lovely work ... you've taken the Jack Collum Lune form to incredible heights! I am inspired (as others will be)to get creative today. Thank you, thank you.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

First, I love Michael's idea, to write poems based upon the work of fellow Toads. How cool! Grace, you absolutely excelled in this challenge. These are some of your best work, and that's saying something. Fantastic challenge and execution, you two. Applause!!!!!!

Susie Clevenger said...

Grapeling, what a creative, inspirational challenge. There are so many wonderful poets that reside in and visit the garden. Grace, I believe this is some of your best work. If I had to choose a favorite it would be Pill. I reread it trying to find favorite lines, but there are too many. Bravo to both of you!!

Hannah said...

Wonderful challenge idea, M!!

Grace your poem choices and lune responses to them are such a treat.

Thank you!! :)

Kenia Cris said...

This is a lovely challenge. I had no idea what a LUNE was until now and a quick google search made me smarter. I'll write a few.

I'll come back later. <3

Grace said...

If you like the idea of writing based on a Toads work, we can continue it to the next challenger ~

Also, Kenia, I have included the link to the lunes poem in my post as we have tackled that form in RT ~

Thanks again for your lovely words~

WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

An interesting post that I enjoyed reading.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Kenia Cris said...

Ok, here I am, back with my attempt.

:: To love him in his sounds ::

It still feels
like a song, even when
it is not

even when it's
a laughter, or silence, or
the sound of

a busy street
my feet won't touch, he
wants to share.

---

Form poetry is hard for me you know, this looks easy, hope I haven't made any mistakes in counting (I suck at math, seriously).

Thanks for sharing your beautiful lunes and the inspiration for poetry.

<3

Grace said...

From the title, I love it already, smiles ~ If he wants to share, it sounds like beautiful song ~

Form poetry is a fun challenge ~
May I share one trick I find in writing lunes? You can eliminate the/a/and/etc, and just use commas, lots of verbs & nouns ~

Thank you Kenia ~ It's good to see you writing once more ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

Kenia, I love your lune sequence. I think it is a form which will perfectly match your style. I hope to read more of these poems on your blog in the coming days.

<3

Marian said...

Grace, i wrote some teeny lunes for Pete Seeger. thanks for reminding us of this sweet form.
http://www.runawaysentence.com/2014/01/pete-seeger-thank-you.html

Margaret said...

I must just embrace the WHOLE challenge as it is jaw dropingly impressive. The third poem is my favorite but I agree with everything said in the above comments.

Jim said...

Grace, I enjoyed this immensely. I'm still a newby on a lot of poetry forms here in my self study of poetry loving.
Speaking of loving, your second 'lune poem' (??) here in a literal sense reminded me of a love affair I had with Vicodin a couple of years ago after my artificial knee joint implant. That romance has been renewed a few times since as a result of some other medical 'flings'.
I am and always will be addicted but I want never to be an addict.

I do intend to read up and practice with the lune form. Thank you, Grace, Michael, Marian, and the others who have contributed here.
..

Jim said...

p.s. My love affair lasted at least six months. It was such a pleasant time. I knew it was wrong and harmful so I tried to quit several times before my last successful attempt. My body ached and craved strongly for me to continue each time. Memories, pleasant, remain. And I still have my forbidden stash.
..

Kay L. Davies said...

Fabulous!
K