Wednesday, February 29, 2012

inside my montain (cont. 9)

inside my mountain (cont. 9)

wet, boots on
my path, found
first blossoms on ground

air time

air time

“sez who?”
“sez 7 up”
“ok jack”
“ok jack”
“bring shoe in?”
“ok jack”
“slot 4”
“yeah bang bang”
“ok jack”
“ok jack”

found out X 3

13 every man becomes inelastic.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Prompt: Dragnet

Write a poem that might be heard over a police walkie-talkie. Find words with multiple meanings that wouldn't mind going out over a loud speaker. And/or, what is Lucy & Charlie Brown's teacher really saying? Play with distortion, echo, reverb, and send out a dragnet for a different kind of "open mic" poem ...

Tags: poem, dragnet, [poet's moniker]

Image credit: Cartoonist George Berlin, from his blog here

sudden delight poem - call and response with google image search

sudden delight poem

internet picture response [first of about 4.45 million responses]:


internet picture response:

[making noise for climate change]

From Imaginary Menagerie

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


we try less rapidly. We then try more hypothetical means
the complete nightmare that all we had we had to carry
more and more uncertain we correct the imbalances
Yes, we forfeited space and the level plunged
What was the

"Get Over It!"

"Get Over It!"

Going without Ibuprofen once
Give out With a Peevish mood
Complain about death in a way
Just about Leave the couch accidentally
take the car out
Rose Feels all prickly
Shout "We frequently knock The price we pay

Monday, February 20, 2012

inside my mountain (cont. 8)

inside my mountain (cont. 8)

sky alight
air crisp
terra dry

IMUNURI prompt: find a poem

This week, find a poem.

~ It may be in a recovered or randomly chosen scrap of paper.
~ It could be a passage from some bit of prose written with no intention toward poetry.
~ Maybe you'll overhear and transcribe something that has a poignant quality to it.
~ Or take a page of text and black out everything that isn't a poem.

Open your ears, eyes, heart and soul to receive poetry from an unexpected source.

Post your poem when you find it.

Keywords: foundry, poem, your name

Some inspiration:
Newspaper blackout poems

lovely words

lovely words

jasmine essence of the heart
fishing weights
heavy shadows
orchid soaking in mushroom water
as we head to the man cave together.

between scent & taste
perfumed hemisphere
guhr appears like novel thoughts
sometimes white
even red & black
in Stendhal moments.

grab the senses to stay here
(imagine) cloudy swirls
along for the ride
under the nascent moon
sinew & tissue
dance naked.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Abecedarian: favored words

“I’m diving for large edible sea snails!”
“Ah, baloney.”

Shoot a blunderbuss
under a bumbershoot.

Caraway. Even as a young'un,
            I sensed the seeds of abandon.

For the rarest of what’s common,
I choose dandelion.

Embouchure was for fluting
            until I saw my baby nursing.

In Ferrocarril each RR rolls
            railroad rhythm.

Reckon it’s easier to admire gonzo
not knowing exactly what it is.

Heliofranticulating: nineteen letters
            on a body’s disequilibrium.

Ischia, suboptimally,
            come with a k sound.

Jujube, from Greek zizyphon,
shows that Zs grow into Js.

Likely you’ve heard of kookaburra
            and never heard a kookaburra.

Lambic is a fermented adjective,
            downed as a noun.

When Bert sang, “La-la-la-linoleum!”
            I imagined an opulent gazebo.

Sprouting open and shutting,
            the whole mouth loves mushroom.

Elements of beauty like nacre
            seem to deserve their specificity.

Favored words are disproportionately
onomatopoeic (yummy itself).

Stretch consciously before exercise
psoas not to strain.

I’ve laid a triple-scoring quiz in Scrabble,
but never corralled quixotic.

In poetry, rondeau from the French,
            in music, Italian, rondo.

Not still said: sockdolager (1820s, a blow)
and sploghm (1940, goodbye)

Onomotopeic scene: novelist narrating
a tête-à-tête on a typewriter

Beware the umberhulk—
            ape’s body with head like a beetle’s.

Always thought villains should
            pen villanelles in their villas.

What humans will anthropomorphize!
Will-o-the-wisps are ignited swamp farts.

Primeval xeriscapes
            had no name before 1985.

“The dressmaker makes dresses,
and her daughter’s full of yesses.”

Zettabyte’s theoretical in 2012,
when the Internet is reckoned in exa-.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Prompt: Beloved Wor(l)d

"I heart earth" ... I was fascinated by the word Egypt as a child because it had 3 letters in a row that went below the line. The word sycophantic sounded like a delicacy. I was enamored with the meaning of ebullient. Write a poem about wordlove, yours or someone else's.

If you like, spark off this Ferruso painting, weighing (a la the Goddess Maat) the heft of our heart depths to a feather breath of wind, during this season when springs open up our hearts after long dark. What is the measure of our favored word? What is its value at the scales of meaning? How does it materialize in us?

Labels: heart, poem, [poet's moniker]

Image credit: From the 2011 Eclectix Interview with Ewelina Ferruso Koszykowski, Painting entitled "Heart as Light as a Feather"

3am (dream orbits)

when i am upside down

from where the world is at 3pm

(which happens daily, circa 3am)

i am in another world,

flying under earth.

perhaps that's why the

dreams come,

to help me cling to

earth, which

spinning at more

than 700

miles per hour

is a mix of centrifuge and concaviting vortex:

that's why the dreams come

from gravity's hurricane,

earth flying.

who needs a broom?

the speed heaves neurons hithering


the other day i was upside down

on the earth dreaming

maybe that's why there's so often rivers

waters flows, it's the residual of

the air surrounding earth whooshing

in my head

my friend says gravity

is the earth's love for us

holding us close - the earth

lets go of me at night,

swaying under

each night

a dream inversion

Thursday, February 9, 2012


When I’m upside-down and hear the cry “water”
drop from deadsleep into yeast-slime space of housebody
muttering mad with the care of fathertime to plastic cup
kitchen and she better say thank you and then she does
as the night opens in thundershower relief, love of drinking earth:
May all heal rightly and fast, prayer to pillow, forgiveness
in the Mobius loop of time rising up until the atmosphere.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Another hemisphere

Another hemisphere

when ! am upside down
my bare feet are vulnerable
to acorn
& blood rushes
to my head
& my hair tingles
& my glasses fall off
& coins spill from my pockets

& ! find myself in another hemisphere
where ! have to box blue kangaroos
as my prayers and shares fall out

! am useful as a salt shaker
in a roomful of sinners
inside my mountain (cont. 7)

look way out
see her mountain

two crows

Monday, February 6, 2012

IMUNURI Prompt: Upside down

This week, begin a poem
with the phrase,

when I am upside-down

You might also substitute
a different verb for am 

such as hang, drink, sing,
fly, spin
, or dream.

keywords: poem, upside-down, your name


The Fool settles beneath a tree, intent on finding the spiritual self. There s/he stays for nine days, without eating and barely moving. People pass by, and animals, clouds, the wind, the rain,the stars, sun and moon. On the ninth day, with no conscious thought of why, The Fool climbs a branch and dangles upside down like a child, giving up for a moment, what the self is, wants,
knows or cares about. Coins fall from The Fool's pockets and as s/he gazes down on them - seeing them not as money but only as round bits of metal - everything suddenly
changes perspective. It is as if The Fool hangs between the mundane world and the spiritual world, able to see both. It is a dazzling moment, dreamlike yet crystal clear. Connections never before understood are realized, and mysteries are revealed.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Blue frost slinky

glacier high above a rain forest
beach less than a day away from ice
blue frost descends
down bridal melted cobalt
wizened water drips
knowing bottled crystal ships
crack open chests of quicksand
hopes on the rocks (of)
delusions of grandeur

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Untitled slinky

At our first PTA meeting at our daughter's new
school, my wife gives me a little bit of a prod.
The dad in charge of the dad's maintenance muster roll,
Paul, gives me a firm handclasp and a welcoming smile.
While we talk, I notice details in the multipurpose space:
faces of celebrities drinking milk, the piano, the stage.
Age has made me able to enter a school by the front door
grace on my shoulders, but I flash back to third grade.
April we moved to a new school in Hawaii, a new place
all over. The school buildings were military barrack style.
God, I stared up at the windows that opened with a long pole
through group time and reading time and math squad,
poor new kid, trying to keep the tears in his head until two.


Rhymes inform both the first (or second) word and last (or penultimate) word of each line. For the first half of the poem, the rhyme scheme is a-b, b-c, c-d... so that the last word of the line rhymes with the first word of the next line. The center line starts with a word that rhymes with the last word of the prior line and ends with a word the "a" rhyme. The poem then reverses the order of the rhyme c-d, b-c, a-b, so that the first word of each line rhymes with the last word of the following line. The rhyme scheme of this sample is