Wednesday

sun and moon conspire

forging glow 

raining slow

dripping drops as wind respires

grey in hue

moody like faces of you 

once every darker blues

smiling for shared fires

missing words under hanging birds

luckless and uninspired

arms open and hands free

eyes of undying desire

menacing eagerly 

anxious ribs of me

no sounds required

plainly obvious

obliviously seeking danger

alarms sing like a choir

no care in a careless world

only a free hanging wire

ACTIVITY: Write a lipogram.

Write something, but omit the letter "t" from your results.

we fuel our need for closure

we fuel our need for closure
on a blue surface below us
on words                    we make
shine scream fly sing cry cuss

we're all wonderful
plus we argue blue & fro
you know                    we go where
we recharge                    we share a happening

a happy ending                    a bending
a rainbow of our going & gone
we're on & on & we're full-blown
we will change rise devour fade fiercely

You’re a Zero - Nero

You dare - invade - my domain?!

Escape now - fool! Quick – run!

Here I come – you food

You are dead – cooked grub

Your end is nigh – dumb fool!

I scoff - viewing your ridicule

Alas a final crime – you did

One where you die a placid

Your name shall be bygone

Your life a souvenir

Once like Caesar - Hero

Now like Rome - Zero

lipogram no t 'oday

An end comes

and ends a day

in dark

for worse

broken curse

devoid of sound

a mound of sand

a sea of grass 

impasse 

a fragile ray

disappearing

fearing

un-being

or being

unnamed unheard unspoken

a clearing 

of feeling going nowhere known

no-one opening his eyes

saying words  

of loving lies

lying face down

an end will come 

exorcism

exercising haunted corners with burning sage
hear the screams leave behind an echo
corners of a haunted heart barely beating

sometimes the burning kills the beats
silently burns out like the sage
the consumed being leaves with no echo

like an empty stage you swallow these echos
singing the ghostly fragile heartbeats
harmonizing with the rising of the smoking sage

fill the demons with rage as the burning sage echos through the chambers of your beating hearts

ACTIVITY: Write a Tritina

A tritina is a derivative form of a sestina. The tritina is a ten-line form that consists of three tercets and a concluding line. Like in a sestina, the last word of each line repeats, but in a different order. The final line includes all three of the words. For example:

1
2
3

3
1
2

2
3
1

123 or 321 or any combination thereof.

The numbers represent the words that should be repeated at the end of each line. The final line should include all three words in any order. Our variations may be slightly different, but this is the basic idea.

We tried to write tritinas using a uniform list of words: beat, sage and echo. What can you come up with? If you really want to challenge yourself, try a sestina!

This is a repost of a previous activity. Go here or here and read some other examples...

BSE

fall into the gallows at the end of the beatings
turning yer mind into the sword of the sages
adding calamity to them deadly echos

as they send every fiber of truth to the echoing
creating stoppage of ones own heart-beat
listen to the words of that treacherous sage

for ages smell like the sage
and voices make life echo
yet sorrow makes love beat

listen to the beatings of the aromatic sage's heart and hear those final echoes

What makes my heart beat

What makes my heart beat
In such an unusual manner? Sage
Words by friend or foe only echo

Through the empty room. What then? When the echo
Fades, I am alone. I tear my hair, swear, beat
Down the bent nail of my emotion. From where do such sage

Ideas hail? I look for a remedy, burn sage
To cleanse my aura, shout again to hear the echo
As it returns to me, look for someone weaker to beat

Into an echo of my heart, red with your sage and lasting beat.

Uh oh.

Vacant minds and hearts that don’t beat

No sounds bouncing off the walls with viridescent sage

Only the sound of silence and its jealousy that echoes.

I reminisce my screams that used to echo

Back in time, when I was always beaten

For singing out loud while burning sages

The smell lingers, of sage

But not of my euphonious squeals that used to echo

Whenever I was online against the same losers that I always beat.

No echo, because with my rage, came the burning of sage after I have finally beaten them to death.

ACTIVITY: Write about Smoke

In today's meeting, we chose a theme to write about: smoke. Read what we wrote...

How to quit smoking

another drag
tears
grass
nothing lasts
stone
snow
winter grows
fill my lungs with foggy cold
breathe in 
breathe out
they say...
it's all willpower
what a cliché
when will I want to stray from things that make me decay
who knows
maybe a new thought sprouting
choosing wisely
not pouting
choose it every day
pray it away
think it through 
everyone dies
except you and I
light the tar and burn it deep
sunken in your lungs like tall mountains fall steep
falling in like the heavy grey clouds 
polluted your chest 
with a smile so proud 
think you're cool? 
what a fool
sickly
wheezing
oxygen barely squeezing through
mountains once brazen
now they're shriveled up raisins
who are you lying to
just let the day pass
it's just another glass
of water
just one more day hotter
soldier through
let it consume you
breathe in
breathe out
they say...
to be continued maybe one day

 A clear sky consumed by a heavy weight of grey clouds escaping a deathly weapon. It eats up anyone that consume it. Digs into every cell and calls it its territory, not allowing any soldiers to break the barrier and save their Queen into freedom. Like a dragon finding wealth in a heavenly kingdom and claims it to be hers. It rules the vine shaped castle by breathing fire into it, and design the new throne for the King to gain reign.

An apathetic smoker...

I am perforated by the night that keeps me awake.

Through the balcony the moonlight pierces

and the ivory curtains oscillate

along with the wind that the atmosphere releases.

Behind insipid walls that’re opaque

creeps in the lethargic smell of cigarette smoke.

It might be my father, exhaling his headache

and the burdens of the world.

So I have this question that I can’t seem to shake:

Is he staring at the void, hearing unheard words?

or at the mirror that stares back

thinking of June and July and the days that his cigarettes continuously burn?

Smoke?

Inhale the smoke

And exhale at ease

Bare my soul and watch me bleed

That’s what you say!

Your wounded lungs and funny coughs

Remains of ashes representing your weakness

Smoking smoke

Your lungs are broke