Turn(Around and)Around

 

Stuck in(one)place once

now every place and no

place is belonging to me

World between worlds

where do you(two)dwell?

Sands of the ocean

at my back sky above

what is what seems(three)seeming

space and solid(and me)

changing places

resting now in sky

what is what now

(Four)Everything that moves

is Spirit Incarnate

we know--con-science--we are not solid

not even attached but

rooted somehow else

Things we make/take are part

of us and yet we(five)are entire

free naked whole without

any of these creature objects

or with, the same

(Six)th sense

I rest

(Here)

Now and Then

Now and Then

a flaming orange glow;

next to the hardest working    
water wheel in West Berkeley;

rises from a green pine
scented candle

a demented cat chases her tail
inside a blue laundry basket
raising a racket
 
down
       town

the electric streetcar stopped running
a long time ago

jrem: sky X

ororor yor bot...
here key blvd

points my accord
windshield skyward

an X, N to S
east to west

horizonwide
X on the sky

over windrush
the bankrupt school

marks the sky,
a spot: up

bright contrails
multiply flights

clouds X
crossing out

o men
of Richmond

behold on yor
way merrily

life is
but a

Muck of Muck [proto song refrain]

Note: a proto-song came through in response to this week's prompt. It is about some angels who get sick of hearing the whining and self-loathing choruses of dissatisfied humans and decide to hold a contest on how quickly they can each get one of us into better shape, optimistic from snarly. I like the idea of angels in a contest. The proto poem/song doesn't follow the rules, and it's rough hewn due to my current lagging capacity to string an entire sentence together, but I'll post a snippet here anyway...

muck of muck, muck of muck, perhaps the angels will change my luck.

muck of muck. muck of muck, oily sheen underneath the duck.

muck of muck, muck of muck, only celestials will get me unstuck

muck of muck, muck of muck. muckety uckety uckety uckety muck of muck.

IMUNURI prompt: Dramatic turn

 

Sonnets do it. Haiku do it. 

Even stage plays and bikes do it. 

Let's do it! Let's make a turn.

Write a poem that includes a distinct thematic turn. In other words, your post this week might start out being about one thing and end up being about something else. You might deepen or shift perspectives part way through. Or your original topic might trigger a digression or diversion into new territory. Perhaps you will argue with or refute yourself or someone else. Perhaps the style of your poem will turn from long lines to short or from high-tone language to gutter jargon.

The turn may be obvious or subtle, sudden or gradual, drastic or nuanced. Turn around, bright eyes.

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