……
Stand back.
Let us try the star.
If I tick
(broken length of slender)
more rocks kill.
Seems small, but this story
spans the sky, everything under the
sun, a sneeze of past.
O, Inky kimono mire,
how many chances will we get for peace? Me,
I am too sets early, smit
with first nicks, wild origin after the fall.
……………(Ramble on, seeking.)
We move as one, scars
at core,
using suffering ink. Master,
mint noise has no tea craved, a
building set to fall, shrink-wrapped waters
stalling.
She houses the wild,
…..(Focus. Adapt.)
a sparrow wasteland for dry eyes, which stand
hollow. The lone reason
I poemed: She’s too wispy to hold,
a long dark drive of the soul.
Hushed as a library at the cusp,
we made new histories,
(beginnings, butterflies)
imagined stories sing.
We
(how implausible it sounds!)
still
have
no
ink.
…
……………….-ling.
..
Following Margo one last time over to Oulipost for a Patchwork Quilt, a cento sewn from lines pulled from all 29 of my Oulipo poems this month. (I added the challenge of using them in order, starting with Day 1.) I’ve loved this challenge, and am thankful to Margo for the prompts and the camaraderie. 🙂 Congratulations to all who finished this challenge!
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Well, no wonder it seemed so familiar!
“Everything under the / sun, a sneeze of past” I really liked that!
Well, you sure have a lot of “inklings” – much to my enjoyment! 🙂
I love the way you challenge yourself. You are very admired (and inspiring as well)!
I can’t thank you enough for following crazy me this month, and for all of your awesome comments!
I was loving familiar lines, paused at
She houses the wild,
…..(Focus. Adapt.)
a sparrow wasteland for dry eyes, which stand
hollow. The lone reason
I poemed: She’s too wispy to hold,
a long dark drive of the soul.
because it holds my favourite lines and then the poem hit with that final break and spacing, so unexpected because I was ruminating on the stanza. Fabulous and very you.
Yum:
“O, Inky kimono mire”
“smit with first nicks, wild origin after the fall”
“we move as one scar”
“Master using suffering ink”
“mint noise”
“shrink-wrapped waters stalling. She houses the wild”
“sparrow wasteland for dry eyes”
“She’s too wispy to hold, a long dark drive of the soul.”
“Hushed as a library at the cusp”
Just quoted you on my blog. 🙂