fold/transform/mold–
sunny April
afternoon, now
cold, shivered, closed
part of the heart
on the edge of
your atmosphere
not weeping but
paused in because—
disillusioned–
tiny box of
lies and last straws—
hard tuneless chord–
this life in a
bottle—unsung,
wordless, cleft, scarred
I wanted to do Punam’s music prompt earlier this week, but I always have trouble making random song titles sound natural in a poem. I was also intrigued by Sangeetha’s DoReMiDo nonce form on Muri’s April Scavenger Hunt list, but uncertain how to make it work. My solution was to attempt to combine the two.
I did slant the rhymes, but managed to merge both into a somewhat coherent form, incorporating one song title into the middle of each stanza of the poem. This week’s Random Word List also helped out.
For dVerse OLN, hosted by Grace, and NaPoWriMo–two days to go!
This is the music under my embroidery, above.
K. 
Wow! I love this, Kerfe! However much you and Jane may protest, whenever you both use borrowed lines, it seems so unforced. A heartbreaking write but so beautifully done.
Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks Punam. You are much more adventurous in prompting than I am. It’s good inspiration.
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Wow, Kerfe. Your poetry this month has been amazing!
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Thanks Colleen. I’ve been happy with it for the most part. But I’m exhausted. Two more days…
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I’ve tried to read yours, Jane, and Merril’s. I couldn’t keep up. You’ve all been on fire!!
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I know. It’s really impossible to keep up with everyone. Posting every day is exhausting.
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“paused in because” is a phrase that really makes me think. The Simon & Garfunkel goes perfectly with your words and art.
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Thanks Merril. When I magnified my photo of the embroidery and saw what song I had used (of course! I titled it patterns)–just another case of serendipity. I think we are often paused in because. There’s ellipses in every direction.
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You’re welcome. I love that you titled it before knowing the song.
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The art – WOW! And the poem works with both prompts! All of it is a beautiful jumble of life and truth – not all of it comfortable but not all of it bereft of joy!!
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Thanks Muri. I did that stitching long ago–a whole book of it. I can hardly believe it myself.
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“tiny box of
lies and last straws”
festers until the thickened scar ossifies.
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Indeed it does. Thanks Jade.
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I especially like the word play in the final stanza. Very musical. I didn’t know Punam had a musical prompt going, I’ll have to look.
Recognised a lot of the random words, because I used them in the several poems I wrote from this set of words. Funny, but they really stuck, ossified, fold, cold, shivered…
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Certain words always stick out.
It was Punam’s song title prompt from earlier this week. Didn’t you do that one?
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Oh, I thought it must be an on-going prompt. Yes, I did the dverse one.
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This could definitely be set to music! I especially like the assonance.
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Thanks Ingrid. Unintentional, but I think we are always responding to the sounds of our words.
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I know what you mean about making random song titles sound natural in a poem, Kerfe, which is why I also picked only two. You did so well to combine two tricky prompts, as well as include slant rhymes and use the Random Word List. The title is perfect for the form and content of your poem, and I love the way your opening stanza starts and ends with a list of three, sandwiching ‘sunny April afternoon’, emphasising the change in the weather. I also love the lines:
‘part of the heart
on the edge of
your atmosphere
not weeping but
paused …’
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Thanks so much Kim. Your comments always give depth to what I have written.
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Love the art work and poem, specially the last 4 lines. The turn of emotions in paused, in because, gave the poem depth into the poets’s life in a bottle.
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Thanks Grace. There’s a lot to say about love.
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A wonderfully rolling if a tad sad poem. The third stanza rolls especially nicely. There will be more singing.
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There will be. Thanks Manja.
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Oh you did great weaving in the words… I used both of them in my poem too.
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Thanks Bjorn. They seem to belong together.
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That last stanza seems to swallow up air and light – and “cleft” is brilliant. 🎼 So is the stitching on “Patterns”; notes blown off the staff, unlikely to be reordered.
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I did a whole book of this stitching–it’s based on the work of Paul Jenkins. I was trying to create his color layering in stitch. I can’t remember why I used the Paul Simon music though. But it works.
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I feel like you surely mentioned Paul Jenkins before but with my memory, today he counts as a discovery. I could definitely get lost in his colors.
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They are wonderful.
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Your explanation of your creation of this poem interested me. I always enjoy peeping into other people’s writing processes and thoughts.
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Thanks Robbie. Having parameters always helps focus me. I’m not good without some restrictions.
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That is interesting. I was thinking yesterday, that I prefer to write poetry to a provided topic than to anything I fancy. It helps direct my thoughts.
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It does. I rarely “just write” without something to give it direction.
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