Monday, March 24, 2014

Imunuri prompt: Elemental - Glacier

scribe an offering 
inspired by the element of water, ice, glacier

what moves you, what moves you SLOWLY, what sticks, and what anchors you deep below? what, if melted, would jeopardize cataclysmic flood? write glacier.

Tags: glacier, epic-earth, poem, <poet's moniker>

Epic-Earth on Imunuri: An ongoing series of earth-related prompts as part of an Imunuri experiment to dwell repeatedly on a theme and its riffs, and/or the possible poetry challenge, bit by bit, of producing an epic or body of poems...

Image source: Wikimedia Commons, Guttorm Flatabø, 2009, CC2- A Subglacial pond in the glacier cave beneath  the Nigardsbreen glacier  — Jostedalsbreen, Luster, Sogn og Fjordane, Norway.

[Poet-note: I know, this is the time of spring's budding, more conflagration than glacier, so poets, you can continue to burn brightly if it feels better for the season. Think, too, though, of our kin far south, feeling the burn of cold as season turns towards winter, and consider, one time or another, glacier...]

write or be written

verb conflagration
Fire river of words
Painting fire didn't work
Couldn't capture liquid
Heat, pulse, quiver, leap
1000 flicker wings
rising to thin dark
Air of presences
Unseen ribbons of prayer
Poems are like this too
Looking into changing
Cannot hold flame, 
Fingers turn to smoke
Burnt fists cindering
Why can't I touch a poem
Word sculpture smoke
Fire is where heat makes
Gifts succors lifts
Our bodies alive
Poems are tree limbs
Burnt offerings
Charring to writing
Stubs. Like fire, poems
Spark, make more poetry
Poetry a way of see
Ing be ing 
Living burning
Trying to paint fire
With words, our limbs
A-light suddenly.
We become fire
Our heads toss up quick
In a roarsnap
Disappearing smoke.
They say it hurts
Or maybe that's the pyre
All in, a smoke breath
Consumed by wordfire
Just letitgowhoosh
Creative immolation
Is that what we see
On YouTube ranting
Fixating word fire
Watching poets burn up
Soul fire, kin wraith
Warms us still
Write or be written
Burn brightly to make coal
Beds to help other
poets burn hot
Eventually we rise
The smoke Star bright night
Join cloud people and rain
No one can catch us
Flickering soul pulse
firesong bards crisping
Bright hot flash gone
We've warmed a generation
Participated in eternal spark
Burn on now daughters
Expand burst blossom
Involute mystery dark

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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Ends at water's edge

Ends at Water’s Edge

flame seeks soul's timber 
licks blazing lips hers
seeks blast-furnace of turmoil mine
mingled light and heat sapper 
consumes free standing member
singes myrrh incensed she furs
resins labdanum smoke chased pine
agitate rampage fear lapper
accelerate caisson pull limber
sleazy limbo nylon a fire lure
fueled up to water’s edge our affinity line
tap-root scorched hollow taper capper.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Firewalk 1995

I’m on fire.
My body
steps in time.
I might not
have a mind.

march. The veils:
fire and fear.
Until now
I thought I’d

fall away—
burn or burst—
but as all
turns to thrust,
cries of birth

meet me first.
I’m thirsty.