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
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)
