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Abracadabra
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I would try to explain the prompt in full, but Mr. Joseph Harker is a cerebral soul, and I will not do it justice. For how this came about, drink a full cup of coffee, and then click here:
http://namingconstellations.wordpress.com/2012/03/24/reverie-twelve-ephemeral/
And just in case you can’t read my crazy handwriting:
Abracadabra
Hats
off to those
who can just hope
some things will stay;
this tree, that firm foundation,
these words. Me, I must tether them
with rope and truss and tongue, bind
these jugular veins bared too close
to surface, pray no tiny fragment
trickles through the cracks
knowing that my very
breath has already
changed them.
And here lies
the proof:
Poof.
A fine example for this prompt ! Well Done
Thanks so much!
I love/hate you! So many inspirations it’s hard to tie them down and put them out there. But I’ll try! 😉 Thanks for the link, hope I can do something awesome with it. *g*
Oh, man. You want love/hate, head over and get to know Mr. Harker a little. He simultaneously makes me want to throw my pen in the trash once and for all (because I’ll never, ever be that good), and want to writewritewrite forever (because I so desperately want to be, and love all the words too much not to keep spilling them out.)
*laughs* Boy oh boy do I know -that- feeling. I haven’t put half of my old poems up yet…because I keep getting distracted writing new ones! 😛
I know. Right?
YEAH! (clapping) Isn’t this fun? I’m just about to take Molly for her afternoon walkies, and ‘plant’ another poem along the way. I feel like the Easter Bunny setting up an egg hunt!
I love your first comment, de. Do I hear an underlying dryness, irony, to the speaker’s tone in the last three lines? The first four and last three lines don’t just frame the other eight lines, but set them off. Interesting effect and interesting commentary in the middle lines:
Me, I must tether them
with rope and truss and tongue, bind
these jugular veins bared too close
to surface, pray no tiny fragment
trickles through the cracks
knowing that my very
breath has already
changed them.
LOVE this! You’ve captured it perfectly, De! Love your response to the prompt — and the prompt itself too! Hoping it kicks off a firestorm of posted poetry! 🙂 Off to think on it….
Fantastic! 😀 And please don’t throw your pen in the trash, I would be very dismayed…
And that’s magic. Ta-da!