Thursday, 6 June 2013

Impossible yet....

Perhaps the tulips
Are like a puma, silent and starving
Under the snowed-in light-

For tonight the twilight
Is cold, forgetful   
Like my hands, finding things to be loved-

I search for your trail among  
newspaper headlines, cut up like
-well-travelled streets-
under the pillows of hospital beds,
-breathing & opening seeds in confusion-
even in the sonnet of a classic poet-

Alas, you are nowhere to be
I stop looking
& let you come
Unbidden, the liquid measure of you
Impossible
Like beauty of a rose   


Photo credit:   ZOOM

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Dada Poems with Scissors
Words gathered from random poems and newspaper clippings.

46 comments:

  1. Interesting construction indeed, I hope those words were lysol-ed before leaving the germy hospital feed haha

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    1. The process was interesting, ha ~ Thanks Pat ~

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  2. nice..i like the tulips like pumas..great image and the searching for their trail among newspaper headlines...cut up...so you even brought the dada-ismus into your verse directly..nice..

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    1. That is what happens when it is random words choosing each other, ha ~ Yes, I had cut up some news for this exercise ~ Thanks Claudia ~

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  3. wow i got to start reading your newspaper..its much more poetic than mine...smiles...and look and look we will for them, that is for sure..it is when we stop trying so hard they often find us...if they will...smiles.

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    1. We have the same headlines I am sure ~ Thanks Brian ~

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  4. Like your poem. The last line: "Unbidden, the liquid measure of you Impossible"... sounds mysteriously...:)

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  5. You took to this prompt/form like a fox to a chicken house, and the meal was raw, unreasonable & DaDarrific. Thanks to Charles for the guidance, and you for the fun ride.

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    1. Thank you Glenn ~ A fun exercise, I would say ~

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  6. This is fantastic. I love the tulips like pumas.

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  7. Sensual and romantic words, even if they were random. Sexy use of "liquid measure"

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    1. I assure you that is not my intention, ha, ha ~ Thanks Frank ~

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  8. Just beautiful, Grace. I tried to find a favorite stanza, but couldn't choose one. I do like the idea of searching everywhere and then have the one searched for come unbidden. This is the way of things sometime, and you WROTE it well!

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    1. Isn't writing like this ~ Thanks Mary ~

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  9. What intensity you found from the randomness! Finding things to be loved is like being found when lost in the woods: sit still and smell the flowers. Very good!

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  10. that ending sounds deliciously naughty to me :)

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  11. You are always so graceful about poetry. You have perhaps written the most Beautiful poem I have ever read :-)

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  12. Absolutely wonderful Grace -this needs reading again and again. Love it!

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  13. Absolutely fabulous. Tulips like pumas are an amazing image... I think you have created wonderful poetry.

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  14. Cold, forgetful like my hands. That is a wonderful arrangement of words, fully descriptive in only a few syllables. Very well done!

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  15. Holy crap, girl. I LOVE this, like insanely LOVE THIS OPENING:

    "Perhaps the tulips
    Are like a puma, silent and starving"

    Really, this is just SO amazing, Grace.

    Love the ending also:

    "I stop looking
    & let you come
    Unbidden, the liquid measure of you
    Impossible"

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  16. What passion lurks within these words... Beautifully written!

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  17. ..Grace, interesting to compare a tulip from a puma... i never look at 'em that way... but then, no two poets can see what the other one sees and vice versa... and hey, you have many references there... writing on one material was a struggle for me already but you've got many... ha... smiles... loved this...

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  18. This is just lovely, Grace, beautiful combinations, and you manage very human feelings. k. This is Kariin--manicddaily. k.

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  19. Loved the way it flows. Waiting, yearning, very beautifully combined!stitching senses into an abstract!

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  20. This is really exquisite.

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  21. From your random source material you have made a thing of beauty - which I have come to expect from you, in any form.

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  22. This is so beautiful! I'd love to know how you found the words/phrases because the whole flows together so well!

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  23. Lovely re-creation, but too good for a dadaist! Bravo!

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  24. For tonight the twilight
    Is cold, forgetful
    Like my hands, finding
    things to be loved

    There can be nights that are lesser than most of other nights. One gropes along looking for an opening. Quite familiar, Grace! Been through such!

    Hank

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  25. I love the prompt, Heaven. You were able to create such beauty from it. As always, thank you!

    Have a beautiful weekend!

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  26. You constructed a really tight poem here. Lovely.

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  27. Wow this is fantastic! A strong, memorable, powerful opening:
    Perhaps the tulips
    Are like a puma, silent and starving
    And you gave this a lot of meaning, too. I also loved " Unbidden, the liquid measure of you"... what a line... -Mike

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  28. Wow! This is gorgeous, Grace!

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  29. Beautiful stuff. Tulips like pumas, a brilliant image "found" or not. Thank you for this.

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