poetry

[eeyore_grrl]

blatantly copying labelleizzy give me three words and i will write something. likely poetry or vignette.

you may give me whatever words you would like, but i would prefer you didn't go for the obviously and purposely obscure... but i'll do what i can with what you give me.

Comments

[ianhickson.livejournal.com]

adorable squirrel tree

draft...

[eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com]

       	 	Squirrel Tales

the tree off our deck is squirrel infested
the neighbor used to feed them peanuts in a metal dish
they ran the place
chittering and chattering as they galavanted about
scaring the cats
taunting the dogs
squabbling over peanuts
leaving shells to rot in the nooks of exposed root

the three-legged cat would stare, walking closer
they seemed to think of her as broken, harmless, adorable 
until they learned she could run and she could climb
until they realized she had teeth and claws
until they realized
			and someone lost a tail


7nov10

[brooksmoses]

"blue canary dance"

(It's the first three words that popped into my head.)

a much delayed draft (version 1.5)

[eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com]

                     off campus
 
it was one of the beauties of off-campus living
we could have pets and feel like grown-ups
			nancy and joy had a blue canary in college
			(his name was birdie)
			we’d let him fly around the living room 
					where he taunted my rabbit
		but really, looking back,
			we were play acting

we went to our classes and lived off buttered noodles and meal plans
		we met people and fell into friendships so deep
							        so immediate 
						nothing could break them
				
and sometimes it was true
some of those people are still in my life
others still in my heart
and so many 
			*poof* 

					vanished

it was like a dance then
holding and letting go
moving together and apart
learning how others move and how we mesh
always wondering if we could fly

i don’t remember birdie trying to escape
only that he would dive-bomb
		as i did my homework on the couch
only that i lived with him that year
        that we had no scripts, just a rough outline stating:

		College Aged Female

[tsgeisel.livejournal.com]

cascade sussurus essence

Everyone gets the same 3 words, so I can compare the results...

and finally...

[eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com]

	              essence?

what is the essence of a person
is it the blood and bones that build us

or the way we handle ourselves 
when confronted with fear

the way we give ourselves to love

or the thoughts that whisper, alone, in the shower 
as water cascades over our naked selves

is it as simple as good or bad
something in between

is there even such a thing
as your essence



27nov10

[mac-arthur-park.livejournal.com]

whimsical, ivy, snore

[eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com]

 		Garden Bench

sometimes i dream of a whimsical cottage
a garden bench and walls covered in ivy
playful rabbits, squirrels bantering
the cats exploring and play-fighting nearby 
while i sit at a bench and wrought iron table
drinking tea and reading while i watch eli chase butterflies 

sometimes i dream of a quaint quiet life

and sometimes i’m sure it would be lovely
a dream of beauty and calm

and sometimes i’m sure that it would get old fast
that i would lay my head down and snore at my table
while the tea grew cold and the milk curdled

so i’m ok watching eli grow here in city that is similar to suburbia
i’m ok with limited butterflies

the hummingbirds still visit our deck


24Nov10

[cptcaveman.livejournal.com]

wilted, circle, conduce

also of the late... but done!

[eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com]

		Compost

the lettuce wilted in the drawer
i didn’t eat it fast enough and it began to turn
			slimy

when i have a house and a yard i think about composting
helping the food go full circle back to the earth
i think about planting a vegetable garden
just imagine the taste of the tomatoes, lettuce, peas
			so fresh
			so perfect

then i remember that *i* am not conducive to growing things
	that plants wilt in my mere presence
	that healthy, happy, hearty plants have been known to keel over
		when in my care for less than a week

perhaps i’ll try anyway
	i’ll start small
	my son and i can learn to bring food from the earth together
	maybe his thumb will be greener than mine
	

24nov10

[mallpunk.livejournal.com]

charcoal phone tea

Way Late Response....

[eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com]

and i somehow lost two of your given words in the final product, but i really did start with them all until the following finally formed.

			Scent 		

one thing i miss about church is the incense 
lighting rounds and spooning resin onto the crackling charcoal
the sound of the metal ring being pulled down the chains
swinging the censer as i walk up the aisle

   onward christian soldiers
   marching as to war
   with the cross of jesus 
   going on before

but i was never a soldier
even when i believed

it’s just that i like the ritual
i like the bells
there is a certain beauty in a proper genuflection
and peace in candlelight

i miss the english of rite I’s thees and thous
there is comfort in words memorized 
		repeated as a congregation, as a whole
		        	i knew the words i knew the ritual i knew that it did not change

but it did.

the words have been updated
and too many people are allergic to incense
others are more comfortable with modern words
	and ritual is too old school 

i’m the odd man out
i miss my church for what it was to me as a child
i miss the bells tolling
i miss the formality of church ritual

i’ve walked into many churches
looking for a memory
but without the incense 
it’s not the same

17/24Nov10

I'm asking for salt in my wounds..

[urox.livejournal.com]

fetus
sheep
ink

delayed poem draft

[eeyore-grrl.livejournal.com]

		for Eli, at 6 months

i have a photo with your forehead crinkled as you eat a toy sheep
	so serious
	so intent
	so full of life

you started as sperm and egg
	you started as a fetus that grew inside of me
i paid attention in biology and to the women before me -- i expected a lot
but i could never have expected you
      i can’t write about how i much i love you
		because words and ink fail
		this is only a song that blood can sing
		this is a language that remains unwritten
			this is a love where poets fail

one thousand words is not enough

14nov10