for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

To write a poem (wordplay on an old typewriter for One Shoot Sunday)

image prompt by Jack AZ part2

is not to catch
the words unlatched:

it is to meet
a current against the sweep

against the words
the patterns on the board

the words imprint
that later fade so like river silt.

To catch a poem
you can’t, unless eyes firm

eyes glued to the vaulted
deep from where had bolted

these words you unleash
on lines that leap

your fingers balancing
thought on words that slink.

To catch the thought
that storms into desert draught

you choose the speed
or letters scrambling in the deep

delude the eyes
escape the mind on ice

old keys do creak when cranked
to catch the lines unlatched.

To catch a storm wreaking
havoc on a heart sinking

in a slew of silted dreams
rusting on dredged streams

where winds howl threats
of maddened sand and dust like breaths

the finger tips must kiss
the letters naming muses hissing.

To catch the muses
soothe their caricatured faces

bare your soul salvaged
from old thoughts once baggage

tear out the paper
spewing lies of hereafter

catch the words that spell
the truth about their names true to their spell

on you to write a poem.

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  1. A very different poem from all the ones I’ve read of yours. I really enjoy when artists do that, and in this case an intriguing form. The lines beginning with “To” where my favorite, but “these words you unleash / on lines that leap” and “bare your salvaged soul / from thoughts once baggage” really spoke to me in thinking about writing.

    Comment by dustus | February 27, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Adam! What’s doing it for me is the wonderful space you and the team at OSP has been working at for us. I feel I’ve grown into a scrawny aspiring oak with my poetry. The prompts have been great but the interaction has really pulled me steps higher than I ever imagined. Thanks again!

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

  2. nice – i like the idea of catching a poem…which may floats through the mind like a yellow butterfly and then carefully bring it down into letters without hurting it..

    Comment by Claudia | February 27, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Claudia and that yellow butterfly is a wonderful idea!

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

  3. You are on a run, as I read, I realise you could have gone, forever, on a flow like this…nice work here

    Comment by Kodjo Deynoo | February 27, 2011 | Reply

    • Yes, Kodjo, I feel I’m on a run and I could have gone on with the flow. But it was way past midnight…thanks for coming by and liking my poem!

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

  4. To Write A Poem Wordplay On An Old Typewriter For One Shoot Sunday…

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  5. So often the catching is as flowing as the poem above. Really liked the river images. the silt and such.

    Comment by jerry | February 27, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Jerry! The river seems to be a constant in my lines. I always prowl about it, breathe its surfaces, loving the moods possible in its skies and the imprints of its constant heaving sighing.

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

  6. to catch a storm reaking havoc on a heart sinking…nice…enjoyeable read….i will flush one out you get ready to catch it…

    Comment by brian miller | February 27, 2011 | Reply

  7. Catching a storm and riding the wave, lovely imagery as always, from you nice take .

    Comment by RepressedSoul | February 27, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Shanhendry! Yur kind words are part of the inspiration!

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

  8. love catching those butterfly ideas, setting them to rest on a white canvas, letting them flutter their wings… well done.

    Comment by Reflections | February 27, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Petrina! I hope to see those ‘butterflies on white canvas’ soon!

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

  9. I’m just loving the hissing muses. you’ve tumbled this out, and it’s full of the unlatched, every little couplet eloquent of the smell of poetry. I don’t think we catch them so much as they fly around our heads till they decide in their own good time to land, and its plain a whole flock of them came down at your place this morning.

    Comment by hedgewitch | February 27, 2011 | Reply

    • ‘…the hissing muses…’ it’s how I imagine them when they are displeased! Thanks as always, Joy! That ‘whole flock’ has been hovering about since I joined OSP, met you and a whole lot of talented poets! I’ve been scribbling couplets but only this one, so far, I guess because of the prompt, shaped up. I hope to learn more about rhyming and the sestina from you. But for now, it’s worth trying any form and awaiting how you read it!

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

  10. “old keys do creak when cranked
    to catch the lines unlatched.”
    So true, so true. Wonderful writing, you really brought her to life.

    Comment by Jack | February 28, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Jack! But it was your deceptively simple photo that prompted those lines!

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

  11. Solid, lively work.

    Comment by Steve Isaak | February 28, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Steve!

      Comment by alee9 | February 28, 2011 | Reply

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