The oracle first gave me this poem, a contemplation of life and love. The bottom seems to be cut off in the screen shot. I copied it first, just in case. Perhaps the oracle thought that was a better ending.
Sweet Water Song
Ask an ancient river
whither come love
between moss or spring bloom
a color bright
& moon over rock
it is here
follow sweet water song
and gentle breezes
to ask why
Then this one came from the leftover words.
Look Out! They’re Here
as cold brown blanket
rose above him
Life who were
Wander this world nightly
Both poems are for Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge. I think they illustrate our dual natures. I watch Masterpiece Theatre and The Walking Dead.
Everyone is welcome to play along on Magnetic Poetry Saturday. See the links on Mr. Trope’s page on his blog, Specks and Fragments.
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Yikes, thanks for the head’s up!
I did my poem (so fun!) but now I have to learn how to do a ping-back. Oh Lord help me – I didn’t learn how to do a ping-back the *first* time I went through Blogging 101 because I didn’t want to read what seemed like may be complicated directions. Guess I’ll hold my nose and go to WP Help.
Pingbacks don’t always work–I was surprised mine did. But it’s not hard to do. You can also leave a link to your post in the comments. That’s what I usually do.
I love especially your first poem. But I also resonate with the desire to use the leftovers.
In 47 years of “keeping house,” I have seldom thrown out any food. Had some unusual dishes, but all nourishment squeezed out of the fridge.
What’s good for the inside (food) and what’s good for the outside (poetry) may be the same?
I suppose both food and poetry nourish us.
My husband is still eating leftovers from our Rosh Hashanah dinner, but I have also made some wonderful dishes from leftovers.
so now i have the image of the individual at the river’s edge, meditating on the nature of love, when across on the other river bank, the zombie appears making a ruckus. 😉
Sounds like a typical episode of The Walking Dead. Or a metaphor for life. 😉
or both…which is kind of like the Walking Dead…I had the scene where the young kid in season two (I believe) was down by the river and came across a walker stuck in the river bank mud.
The latter collection seems like you have a brown shrouded spirit, Merril.
The former was such a sweet water poem!
I like to think of it as Masterpiece Theatre Merril and Walking Dead Merril. 😉
This is a fantastic way of showing your sense of humor and actually, truthfully depicts both pieces well!
Now I have zombies shuffling to the old Masterpiece Theatre song.
I’m glad I could help. 😉
Now picture a zombie looking like Alistair Cooke. I’m imagining him singing “The Monster Mash.”
I’ll stay on this side of the river, if you don’t mind.
I think that’s probably a wise move.
This really looks like fun! Glad I read the comments, too: Alistair Cooke singing “The Monster Mash.” hahahaha
An image you will now never be able to erase, Luanne. Hahaha
The magnetic poetry is fun. 🙂
I like the way you managed to create a second poem with the leftover words.
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