..
Dearly be
-loved, please keep your hands and feet inside
the poetry vehicle at all times,
keep all rhymes to a mini
-mum (or knot). Some of us will be
(mis)taken with the me
………………………………..-lee of the jamb
………………………………………………………-oree.
See? Every word’s a
stone, a moan, a long slow groan
cast toward truth. A proof. A sigh
-lent (s)poof abracadabra moment. Spell
us something with a spectacle of strange,
a (m)asked range of (e)motion outside your usual
(cardboard)
(crayon)
(shoe)
……….box.
Tell us the murmur
-ation of a swallowed story, the glory
of clocks ticking
you off, the scoffing of hands. Sand
down your words until they stand
on their own
(I am)bic feet.
Spill your con
-sequence to page,
all indigo stain
and
scar
-let rage.
Let’s laugh,
love, let our letters
f
a
l
l
where they may, bay
to a broken
moon and sway us softly
…………..back to the page.
.
Prompted by my own Enjambment article for dVerse. Bar’s open, y’all.
Stop over for a some poetic jambs!
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I like writing enjambments! Yours was superb! Loved every line! 🙂
Thank you! Tomorrow there will be a link to dVerse. I hope you’ll head over and write and share a poem!
I’ll keep a look out for it 🙂
Okay, ghost! The link is up, above. Head on over and play with us!
I’m still not sure of what to do. I found the link to the ‘bar’? then what? We link that to our blog? Where do I let you know I’ve done one? Where do I see what other’s have done? Sorry…I’m confused!
If you click the link on my post (Enjambment article), it should take you over to dVerse, to read the full prompt. Under that prompt, there is a comment section, as well as a “Mr. Linky” sort of thing to link your poem up. If it’s easier for you to link it up here on my site, please feel free to do so, and I will link it up for you. Just shoot me your specific link to your poem. I’ll link it up, and then others can read it and comment. 🙂
Ok, I see the linky icon now…thanks so much. I’ll try it now! 🙂
As for seeing what others have done, that’s on the “Linky” thing, too. Heading over now to read exact wording. Be right back.
At the very bottom of the post, right before the “Twitter/Google/etc” links, there is a green link called “Mister Linky” (those words are in scripty font). If you click that, you’ll see the links others have posted, as well as a place to include your own.
Thanks so much! I think it worked! 🙂
I love the way you left the poem hanging with “back to the page,” which could either mean “coming back to the page” or “with your back to the page (and your front turned away).” I think many poets have a love/hate relationship with their own writing.
All of your recent poetry has continued to uphold the standard of excellence I’ve come to expect from you; I’ve just been reading and enjoying, feeling satisfied after consuming each piece. This well-crafted poem is no different.
I love what you did with “me-lee” and “jamb-oree.” I’ve seen many of your favorite word-splits before, but these are new to me, as far as I can recall.
The second stanza had me grinning, especially that “(s)poof.” I also like the wrap-around of “spell lent,” which could either describe the way we lend poems to each other, or the way we fast from them during our own seasons of poetic Lent.
I always enjoy your layering as you add/alter meanings, going from one line to the next (e.g., “the glory / of clocks ticking / you off.” In this line, the hanging “you off” also adds to the message the fact that you/we feel “off” a lot of the time.)
Very clever, with the falling “fall,” which also squeezes out “F- all.” 🙂 I never enjoy writing more than when I say, “Oh, just screw it. Who cares what everybody else thinks? I’m just going to do/write exactly what I want.”
Hi, you. Thank you. I hope you’ll write for me tomorrow (to the dVerse enjambment prompt I wrote.)
“dearly be-loved” … I love the way you inserted wedding vows and also a command for us to be loved, dearly, by God.
“keep all rhymes to a mini/many” … Sneaky little thing. 😉 Love that hidden mommy on the next line, too. Of course she’s in knots; we always are.
“Every word’s a see/sea.” Or see-sea. See-saw? Sea-saw. Yes. You NEED to write a poem about a sea-saw.
“A sigh, cast toward Truth.” What else are we going to do but quit fighting God and cast our sigh(t)s toward Him? And why does it take so long for us to get there in our thinking? It must be our need for proof. Some of us just never quite get over that hump of unbelief and faithlessness.
“US something with a spectacle of strange” … So here, “us” is a verb. “Just US something.” And you’re talking about glasses for one eye … a monocle. A monocle of strange. It turns one eye wonky, while the other stays sane and focused. It’s how we survive! Especially mums, poets, and the like.
“AM-asked range of motion outside your usual” … This is when God asks you to do/be something outside your comfort zone.
You said “box.” Hee hee.
Also, I am a “lee of the jam” because my middle name is Lee, and I’m always jamming to some kind of music or another. Right now, it’s Zen meditation, to calm down my virus-sick, anxiety-stricken oldest daughter.
“Tell us the murmur” … Here, you’re talking to poets. (Well, all throughout the poem, you’re talking to poets. But this is a special instruction.) The best poetry comes from the deepest, most hidden and susurrous places. Our dark parts. You’re daring us to reveal the murmurings we try to keep inside our brains. “Let the voices talk,” in other words.
I love the visual of having Bic/pen/ink feet. Oh the footprints you would leave. I guess that’s what poetry is, if you write in ink/permanence rather than an imprint in sand, snow, or mud. I love that yours are purple and red. Or that ours are. “Use your colors.” You want us to forego the usual black and blue, and dig out the stuff that hurts worse than bruises. And in case it isn’t obvious, “scar-let” means opening old wounds and letting them seep … into poems. All the anger we try so hard to stifle … you want us to let it out. To bleed ourselves until it’s all “out there” on the page.
That “con-sequence” split was very clever too. You’re saying, “Use your wiles to draw us in.” Make it sexy. Something I particularly think poetry should be … even if you can’t see it on the surface levels.
Your comments are works of art. There are no words, ever, to express how much I appreciate them.
This was very new to me. A very unusual and interesting form of expression. I was impressed with your wording, “Every word’s a stone, a moan, a long slow groan cast toward truth.” I’m into mastering the haiku form of expression and this really rings true. Cheers!
Thank you so much, Olga. 🙂
My word!
En-jammed “Every word’s a
stone, a moan, a long slow groan
cast toward truth. . . . ” A-
woe-men to finding voices
and tones that will risk
sticking to paper.
(Thanks)
Ahhhhh! I LOVE “woe-men.” YES. Thank YOU.
Loved this 🙂
Oh you ace in this.. love the several meaning.. (I am)bic feet is a great keeper… and the (sigh)lent… I look so much forward to the prompt tonight.
Thanks again, Sir, for letting me play bartender today. What a blast.
Terrific! I especially love the idea of sanding down the words until they stand on their own (iambic) feet. You have given us so many different techniques for letting the letters
fal
l
l
on the page! What fun it will be to see what results from this prompt.
Thank you, Mary. I am loving everybody’s entries! Words are just too much fun. Cheers!
A wonderful fun illustration of your Jamb(ing)ment prompt; I considered writing a poem about poetry too, but got pulled into last night’s dreamscape. Like others I grooved on the lines /every word’s a/stone, a moan, a long slow groan/cast toward truth/.
Thank you, Glenn. I loved your piece.
Such an enjoyable read. The words do fall on the tongue, creating a lasting sensation. In the dVerse post, you have mentioned E.E. Cummings and now, I can see the similarity.
I really liked it. 🙂
-HA
Thank you so much! I enjoyed your offering so much, too.
Totally fun! I need to work on my wordplay…yours is superb!
So much irony in that phrase: “work on my wordplay.” 😉 I hope you’ll dip in again and have some fun, Bodhirose.
Haha, you’re right…ironic. I promise I’ll dip in again and see how I can use your wonderful example as inspiration for something more fun. 🙂 Thanks for the encouragement!
I never get tired of reading your words. Thanks for s -t -r – e -t -c -h – i-n -g our little gray cells
Thank you, Candy. This was such fun. I love how everybody’s playing with words.
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A masterly example of how to do it!
Goodness this is superb enjambment poetry ~ I am specially enthralled with:
Every word’s a
stone, a moan, a long slow groan
cast toward truth. A proof. A sigh
-lent (s)poof abracadabra moment.
Thanks for hosting De ~ You rock !!!!
Brilliant 😀 especially love “Spill your consequence to the page”
Beautifully penned 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
A sup
erb write (right?)
Most excel
lent.
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Anna :o]
Love this, especially the words falling where they may. Peace, Linda
thanks for the nudge. i wrote (something) (somewhat) loosely limbed… ~
aside from the brilliant use of the hyphen and the spaces, I like your mixed metaphors ” murmur
-ation of a swallowed story”.
Your enjambment article pro-voked me into a try-out
You are a master of this device!! This brought a skipping kind of feeling to me!
Jamb on! I want to be on that bus 🙂
I am smiling SO BIG!! De!! I love your poetic mind! This is perfect and after trying it our for myself I see how involved it all it…I tip my hat to you, or raise a glass, or bay at the moon…you get my drift…wicked good!!! xo
De, I crown you Queen of Word-Play, Fun and all things Enjamb-ing,
Such clever enjambment – particularly enjoyed
Spill your con
-sequence to page,
all indigo stain
and
scar
-let rage.
But each one of them is so clever, laden with double meaning.
And that’s how THAT’s done!
–coal (Fireblossom)
Love the way you have done it De. There is obviously a connection even with just a letter per line. Having a word separated and within brackets is very challenging
Hank