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Liminality's Frail Reality

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  1. A Tanka

    Spoiler
    I thought I was living
    between small roots of the trees
    then I smelt burning
    and coal melted on my tongue
    and fire swept up my hair.


    Wrote this with the help of a syllable counter, so I guess it counts for numbers?
  2. Prompt: Ice

    Title: Dream-Caverns of Ice

    Spoiler

    The sound of tinkling by my right ear
    chimed in with the crackling by my left
    is this the cavern, is this the crystalline home
    of so many ghostly wolves?
    adolescent fairy tales
    long past now bobbing up at water's surface.
    I padded softly along the edges of the dream
    and flakes of snow crunched underfoot,
    travelling deeper and deeper, until the reflections
    of white light all around the tunnel converged
    into the bright northern star.

    There in the pit, the hard gleam of earth-belly.
    was there a howling, was there a meeting of paths?

  3. I like the juxtaposition of your last two poems Lim. And those last two lines of the ice one are so ominous & mysterious - especially ending on a question!
  4. Thanks for the comment @alliyah! Yeah, I just realised they both talk about temperature xD.
  5. Prompt: A perspective that is not your own

    Title: auntie got see

    Spoiler
    i tell you, you don't listen,
    about the dragon with two horns
    there inside the water where
    they say the lake got spirits
    got a great big blue glow that comes
    only on the nights where there is
    no moon.

    you never listen, i tell you,
    ha. never listen about how the pearl
    in the dragon's mouth can spin -
    spin - spin faster than the wind can blow,
    how it will let its babies like little strips of
    seaweed go up and down the surface
    jumping and spitting fire
    that the water also cannot put out. haiya.

    but auntie got see. auntie got
    touch the dragon's scales,
    very sharp, very smooth one

    very old.


    This counts as dialect poetry? Maybe? It's written from the point of view of someone a bit older from me, from a slightly different language background, who probably owns a shop in the marketplace and also sings karaoke on the side. :]
  6. Prompt: Haiku with 5 senses

    Title: untitled


    Spoiler

    Vers 1:

    Bitter soap, bathing
    by loamy riverside, scalp
    scratched -- fingernail suds

    Vers 2:

    Bitter soap, bathing
    by loamy river, fingers
    scratching scalp - cold suds



    I think maybe that gets taste (soap), touch (suds, cold or loamy river), sight (loamy river). Scratching might count for sound and touch, and the soap might count for smell as well?
  7. Still love the voice you took up the Jan 14 poem. :)

    There is something so neat about these multi-sense haiku! These feel very visceral. I also like the idea of using unexpected senses to double-up too (like scratching as sound/touch) - these truly test your word-economy skills! :)
  8. Thanks for commenting! Yeah, a good way to practice word choices, I think!
  9. Prompt: a list of directions or instructions

    Title: The Instructions

    Spoiler

    First, find the path. It's the colour of dusk and dares not speak or call to you, in fear of the shadows hearing and tumbling over bearing gifts of pansies or periwinkles. It's shy and doesn't want this sort of attention. So it hides behind curtains of dark lichen, with just the trail of dust motes floating under the moonlight to draw you to it.

    Second, walk the path. It's not that hard. Feel the coolness of the ancient rock as you trail your hand along the side of the steps carved deep into the side of the mountains, the indigo of night time pouring down and colouring the white granite a pale shade of purple. The smell of lilacs.

    There is no third step.

    (Somewhere here or there the red tip of a petal appears, a flower snout-like, a dragon's mouth. Nosing the crisp air, balanced on a thick hardy stalk that must have been growing in that crag of rock for years. It's been waiting. Hello.)



    Prompt: gem's tree picture on Inspirobot

    Title: Tree-matter

    Spoiler

    The truth of the matter, says the hooded woman under the tree,
    is the matter of truth -- linen brownness brushing up against
    the thick gnarled base of root, which rises --
    and dives into the hole in the wall, where the grey edges of stone
    have been worn smooth, like a moon-gate.

    Lifting up and out again, out from under the rafters, the black
    bark appears and begins to branch out into lean, sinewy twigs:
    some long and scratching gently against the house, and others
    spread like fingers against the multicoloured sky.

    And the yellow leaves come, lightly rustling, about to take flight,
    and one takes off from the tip of a branch and floats gently to rest
    on the soft tip of her cowl.



    Fun prompts! I think these lend well to painting-a-picture type works. c: Might edit/ develop both of these further sometime.
  10. *Oops the formatting of the second one is a bit messed up - I didn't intend like most of those enjambments xD
  11. Prompt: boat

    Title: The Little Brown Boat and Me

    Spoiler

    There on the hard blue sea
    the little brown boat was carrying me
    and I was bringing the little brown boat
    across the hard path of the sea.

    Maybe the boat was singing
    its salty rickety song,
    and maybe my ears were ringing
    but I tried to sing along.

    We sailed the path of the hard blue sea
    and the little brown boat was carrying me.
    I was pulling on the oars of the little brown boat
    far away and over the sea.
  12. Prompt: Sudden association

    Title: Morning

    Spoiler

    She thought she saw
    a woman crying, but
    it was only the trees,
    their branches swaying
    in the breeze after dawn.

    The thawing bark
    becoming bendable
    and pliant, there beneath
    two rays of orange sun.


    Decided to also work in the title of the song that inspired the prompt that inspired the poem c:
  13. Prompt: Glitch

    Title: Spectrogram

    Spoiler

    Black static needles
    fuzzy on the paper forest,
    two carbon-pressed lines
    running parallel
    decided
    to switch their path.

    They approached each other,
    an ever-so-slight quirk
    in their trajectories,
    like a crook before an indent
    of rough bark.

    The machine superimposed
    its own thought processes
    in red:
    how many drops of ink,
    how many decibels does it take
    to make two tributaries converge?

    It never finds out, because
    the overtones separate again,
    each eager to be heard
    there in the forest
    keen on showing the world
    how a tree falls,
    how a river fills it with
    ocean-noise.


    This one's a little different! Inspired by homework haha :D
  14. Saving the two NaPoems I wrote based on PAW prompts so far:

    Prompt: Wall Status

    Title: Owl's Jar


    Spoiler
    8. Owl’s Jar

    There is something about owls
    on the edge of the village,
    that they want you to know
    which is that
    they raise the tips of their ears
    brown tufts, spiky ends of feather-hair
    when they do not want
    to be seen. And sometimes
    they lower them
    and get mad
    when the basket-carrying
    apple harvesters walk past
    without offering them a slice.
    And sometimes
    they are not brown owls at all,
    but a deep indigo, and this
    usually when the world
    is swimming in midnight purple,
    they gather in a parliamentary circle,
    silvery moon-strands on the edges
    of their puffed chest feathers,
    looking down on the pale lights
    of the cottages, the huts,
    copper eyes shining
    and they say,
    hoo.


    Prompt: Newspaper Headline

    Title: This Just In – No News Today


    Spoiler
    12. This Just In – No News Today

    There were no boats on the water.
    There were only small ripples
    as pink first-born flowers
    dropped from cherry blossom trees,
    their languid hanging branches,
    finger-tips breaking the surface.

    The setting was the town’s old canal
    drenched in rich night blackness,
    pin-tip stars speckling,
    and smudged reflections suggesting
    gabled brown roofs.

    Brown buildings, brown trunks,
    bark new and old
    lit by the dark orange glow
    of crackling torchlight.

    There was no report
    of a bud that blossomed
    that kissed the air
    and floated between
    cobblestone walls,
    drifting onward, guided
    by starlight, by firelight.
  15. Wow I haven't been here in a while! Here is a very quick draft of @Buranko's Megafauna prompt. I'll probably come back and edit this later. Hoping to give it a bit more substance and maybe make it clearer that the speaker is looking at clouds.

    Prompt: Megafauna

    Title: A Man was Very Enthusiastic about a Sky-Whale

    Spoiler

    The belly of the best
    thing to ever cross these skies
    is clustered and white.
    You could almost feel
    the fluff if you
    stood there on the edge
    of the pier
    where the sky-ships go whirring past
    barely flecks in comparison to
    the big She, the cosmological –
    the Whale! oh god have you seen that Whale?
    She is drifting overhead
    her invisible eye watching the sun unblinkingly.


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