Thursday, 6 June 2013

Impossible yet....

Perhaps the tulips
Are like a puma, silent and starving
Under the snowed-in light-

For tonight the twilight
Is cold, forgetful   
Like my hands, finding things to be loved-

I search for your trail among  
newspaper headlines, cut up like
-well-travelled streets-
under the pillows of hospital beds,
-breathing & opening seeds in confusion-
even in the sonnet of a classic poet-

Alas, you are nowhere to be
I stop looking
& let you come
Unbidden, the liquid measure of you
Impossible
Like beauty of a rose   


Photo credit:   ZOOM

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Dada Poems with Scissors - 
Words gathered from random poems and newspaper clippings.
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46 comments:

  1. Pat Hatt6 June 2013 at 15:03

    Interesting construction indeed, I hope those words were lysol-ed before leaving the germy hospital feed haha

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    1. Scarlet6 June 2013 at 15:32

      The process was interesting, ha ~ Thanks Pat ~

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  2. Claudia6 June 2013 at 15:09

    nice..i like the tulips like pumas..great image and the searching for their trail among newspaper headlines...cut up...so you even brought the dada-ismus into your verse directly..nice..

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    1. Scarlet6 June 2013 at 15:33

      That is what happens when it is random words choosing each other, ha ~ Yes, I had cut up some news for this exercise ~ Thanks Claudia ~

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  3. Brian Miller6 June 2013 at 15:10

    wow i got to start reading your newspaper..its much more poetic than mine...smiles...and look and look we will for them, that is for sure..it is when we stop trying so hard they often find us...if they will...smiles.

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    1. Scarlet6 June 2013 at 15:34

      We have the same headlines I am sure ~ Thanks Brian ~

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  4. humbird6 June 2013 at 15:15

    Like your poem. The last line: "Unbidden, the liquid measure of you Impossible"... sounds mysteriously...:)

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  5. Glenn Buttkus6 June 2013 at 15:29

    You took to this prompt/form like a fox to a chicken house, and the meal was raw, unreasonable & DaDarrific. Thanks to Charles for the guidance, and you for the fun ride.

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    1. Scarlet6 June 2013 at 15:35

      Thank you Glenn ~ A fun exercise, I would say ~

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  6. Susan Daniels6 June 2013 at 15:32

    This is fantastic. I love the tulips like pumas.

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  7. Frank Watson6 June 2013 at 16:07

    Sensual and romantic words, even if they were random. Sexy use of "liquid measure"

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    1. Scarlet6 June 2013 at 19:30

      I assure you that is not my intention, ha, ha ~ Thanks Frank ~

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  8. Mary6 June 2013 at 16:28

    Just beautiful, Grace. I tried to find a favorite stanza, but couldn't choose one. I do like the idea of searching everywhere and then have the one searched for come unbidden. This is the way of things sometime, and you WROTE it well!

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    1. Scarlet6 June 2013 at 19:31

      Isn't writing like this ~ Thanks Mary ~

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  9. Susan6 June 2013 at 16:43

    What intensity you found from the randomness! Finding things to be loved is like being found when lost in the woods: sit still and smell the flowers. Very good!

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  10. DEZMOND6 June 2013 at 17:07

    that ending sounds deliciously naughty to me :)

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  11. Unknown6 June 2013 at 18:04

    You are always so graceful about poetry. You have perhaps written the most Beautiful poem I have ever read :-)

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  12. Unknown6 June 2013 at 18:19

    Absolutely wonderful Grace -this needs reading again and again. Love it!

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  13. hyperCRYPTICal6 June 2013 at 18:23

    Pure beauty Grace.

    Anna :o]

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  14. Anonymous6 June 2013 at 18:44

    Beautiful!!!

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  15. brudberg6 June 2013 at 20:23

    Absolutely fabulous. Tulips like pumas are an amazing image... I think you have created wonderful poetry.

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  16. Jeff6 June 2013 at 20:33

    Cold, forgetful like my hands. That is a wonderful arrangement of words, fully descriptive in only a few syllables. Very well done!

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  17. Anonymous6 June 2013 at 22:39

    Holy crap, girl. I LOVE this, like insanely LOVE THIS OPENING:

    "Perhaps the tulips
    Are like a puma, silent and starving"

    Really, this is just SO amazing, Grace.

    Love the ending also:

    "I stop looking
    & let you come
    Unbidden, the liquid measure of you
    Impossible"

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  18. Anonymous6 June 2013 at 22:50

    What passion lurks within these words... Beautifully written!

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  19. kelvin s.m.6 June 2013 at 23:11

    ..Grace, interesting to compare a tulip from a puma... i never look at 'em that way... but then, no two poets can see what the other one sees and vice versa... and hey, you have many references there... writing on one material was a struggle for me already but you've got many... ha... smiles... loved this...

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  20. Outlawyer6 June 2013 at 23:11

    This is just lovely, Grace, beautiful combinations, and you manage very human feelings. k. This is Kariin--manicddaily. k.

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  21. TCPC7 June 2013 at 05:24

    Loved the way it flows. Waiting, yearning, very beautifully combined!stitching senses into an abstract!

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  22. Misky7 June 2013 at 06:22

    This is really exquisite.

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  23. Rosemary Nissen-Wade7 June 2013 at 06:25

    From your random source material you have made a thing of beauty - which I have come to expect from you, in any form.

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  24. Lolamouse7 June 2013 at 06:54

    This is so beautiful! I'd love to know how you found the words/phrases because the whole flows together so well!

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  25. Dave King7 June 2013 at 09:09

    Lovely re-creation, but too good for a dadaist! Bravo!

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  26. kaykuala7 June 2013 at 09:18

    For tonight the twilight
    Is cold, forgetful
    Like my hands, finding
    things to be loved

    There can be nights that are lesser than most of other nights. One gropes along looking for an opening. Quite familiar, Grace! Been through such!

    Hank

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  27. Anonymous7 June 2013 at 09:28

    I love the prompt, Heaven. You were able to create such beauty from it. As always, thank you!

    Have a beautiful weekend!

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  28. Anonymous7 June 2013 at 11:31

    You constructed a really tight poem here. Lovely.

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  29. Anonymous7 June 2013 at 11:48

    Wow this is fantastic! A strong, memorable, powerful opening:
    Perhaps the tulips
    Are like a puma, silent and starving
    And you gave this a lot of meaning, too. I also loved " Unbidden, the liquid measure of you"... what a line... -Mike

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  30. Maude Lynn7 June 2013 at 23:34

    Wow! This is gorgeous, Grace!

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  31. ds8 June 2013 at 12:14

    Beautiful stuff. Tulips like pumas, a brilliant image "found" or not. Thank you for this.

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  32. Unknown8 June 2013 at 16:02

    Thats was awesome :)

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