Aug 4, 2007
"I scry with my little eye a poetry carnival"
Letting Go of You
I
This is not love, I tell him,
while tossing the bouquet aside,
for the love we knew could never be
something sweet. It is
a half dove and half wolf
painted on blue willow porcelain.
It is the sound of castanets
when the vase hits the floor
to break into the tiny pieces
I shall place inside my shoe
as my chosen pebble.
II
Mary pierces her own flesh. Pity
the poor lawyer who defends her memory.
He must learn to move this stone up-hill
in a trial from Einstein's nightmare
where he must factor in
lapsograph-tested suicide notes,
using the instrument of prayer
for a miracle that will change
his wife's last words to mean
this isn't farewell.
The CastThis tale is made up of the titles of the poems submitted by this week's bards and directed by Rax, bard of AfterglowTitle
- "Letting Go of You" by the bard This Girl Remembers
Act I
- "This is not love" by bard Shakir Hasnain of The crimsonflaw lived to tell the tale
- "bouquet" by paisley, bard of ....why paisley????
- "the love we knew could never be" by gotpoetry bard AC French
- "something sweet" by the bard of The Shores of My Dreams, Sara
- "half dove and half wolf " by bard Terry McDermott of The Shamgar Report
- "blue willow porcelain" by Tiel Aisha Ansari bard of Knocking From Inside
- "castanets" by Steven Schroeder, the bard from poetry, philosophy, poetics...
- "chosen pebble" by Broken Crust (BC), the bard of The Fork of Ambiguity
Act II
- "Mary pierces her own flesh" by gotpoetry bard mayo
- "Pity the poor lawyer" brought to you by the bard Mad Kane
- "stone up-hill" by gotpoetry bard greygrynn
- "Einstein's nightmare" by Jonathan Chin, bard of Shared Haze
- "lapsograph" brought to you again by bard shakir hasnain of doktor lapse eternus
- "suicide" is from The Shores of My Dreams, by bard Sara
- "notes" by Shakir Hasnain, bard of mortarbled
- "words" is by bard Lisa of word-for-ward
- "this isn't farewell" by gotpoetry bard Hotstuff
is brought to you
by Billy, the Blogging Poet
This Ringing #47 was hosted by Soul Phantasms theater
Illustration Photo by Famtz
Labels: carnival, i scry with my little eye, ringing of the bards, thoughts
Jul 19, 2007
Dine with me, readers. I serve a cuisine of dark soul food mixed with sensual spices. Stay awhile and listen...
At the breakfast table
are bread and tomatoes
freshly baked and harvested.
But this craving for jalapenos,
this passion fire from excesses
of lava, clamps my mouth
into a silence served with love
twisted by bitter-salt diamonds.
I sit and savor stale flavors
dwindling like night-lights —
a moon shard aftertaste of reality
that you are what you eat.
[got hungry while bloghopping. hence this post. hehe. do follow the links and read the wonderful poems by the authors. left me quite satiated. *burp* oops. excuse me.]
Labels: food and drinks, i scry with my little eye, thoughts
Jul 1, 2007
Come one, come all, The Ringing of the Bards Poetry Carnival will be coming to my scrying-glass-right-here-yes-here on August 4, 2007. So mark that date on your calendar, folks, it will be a fantastic show!
However, I will be on hiatus for a while so please send your entries preferably by August 1st as it is my only free time to prepare the post (I'm taking a break from studying since it's my birthday :) But at the latest submit them by friday. The carnival post itself will be up on the 4th.
For those who want to participate, send the following information to rax(AT)i(DOT)ph
1. The name and URL of your blog
2. Your screen name
3. The name of your poem
4. The URL to your poem
Hope to see you there. In the meantime, check out this week's carnival hosted by Billy, who uses his site to promote poets and writers not the mainstream, but those struggling to get recognized. Very admirable in his tireless efforts to promote blogging as a medium for poetry. So go on check it out and make sure to come back for the next carnival.
Labels: i scry with my little eye, ringing of the bards, thoughts
Apr 26, 2007
.Scry: See and hear events from afar through the use of a spell or a magic item.
I woke up from a dream within a dream within a dream twice over this morning and found that it was my mind that was playing tricks on my senses. Someone must have cast an enchantment on me, so I decided to consult my scrying glass to search for a cure that didn't involve knocking me out cold. Luckily I was able to swim through the memories of these 10dreamwalkers, which helped me piece together this incantation to dispel the phantasms.
Disillusioned
When no one else is around,
the mind within and the snow without
reflects the truth revealed
in mirrors, which, in principle*,
only show us a woman of color's
forced perspectives on strength and beauty,
instead of letting us see the
recurring fathoms that haunt her
every night she comes
home to remove her makeup,
wiping away her staunchless face
like it doesn't exist,
rubbing herself raw
until her silence breaks into
the white noise of misted eyes
becoming whitewashed
like the promises she makes
every morning,
to everyone else.
When no one else is around,
the mind within and the snow without
reflects the truth revealed
in mirrors, which, in principle*,
only show us a woman of color's
forced perspectives on strength and beauty,
instead of letting us see the
recurring fathoms that haunt her
every night she comes
home to remove her makeup,
wiping away her staunchless face
like it doesn't exist,
rubbing herself raw
until her silence breaks into
the white noise of misted eyes
becoming whitewashed
like the promises she makes
every morning,
to everyone else.
*p.s. welcome back soulless
Labels: i scry with my little eye, thoughts
Apr 10, 2007
I walk in silence
with head bent low
my footsteps a whisper
nobody knows
Then I hear her speak of poetry-
behind a slightly open door
now i wonder if I'll ever go back
to the place i was before.
[check it out :) The carnival is fun fun fun this week. And if you missed last week's carnival, check it out at Chameleon's other blog. I like taking a trip back there for the cotton candy and the wonderful pieces posted by those who participated.]
Labels: i scry with my little eye, thoughts
