Smoke and Mirrors – Reflections on Poetry

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For Poetics Tuesday Amaya asks us to:

“think about our own place within this complex construct of empty rhetoric and doublespeak, optical illusion and obscure motives; let us also remember most importantly, that writing poetry is a clear and simple form of rebellion against a world that is anything but clear and simple. A noble act of civil disambiguation, if you will, and I am honored to partake with you tonight, my friends. So feel free to use whichever devices you have at your disposal in whichever poetic form you choose to convey your own experience of ‘smoke and mirrors’, from maddening repetition or Lewis Carroll-esque tomfoolery to dry irony or poignant symbolism.”

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Somewhere – Poetics Tuesday Lost in Translation

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Today on dverse’s Tuesday Poetics Laura asks us to:

The Poetics Challenge here is to select ONE of the poems and write your own interpretation – what the poem conjures for you, what personal feelings it touches on. You may want to use the title or make use of some of the words or just try to keep the flavour of the poem.

I have chosen:

Octavio Paz(1914-1998) – Another Spanish speaker and more recent Nobel prize winner. Born in Mexico, he was a political activist, ambassador and essayist so that much of his poetry reads like prose poems, “written within the perpetual motion and transparencies of the eternal present tense” ** Continue reading “Somewhere – Poetics Tuesday Lost in Translation”

While I Wait – a mindful Tuesday Poetics

Mindful

While I Wait

The cool dampness on my feet
as I walk the dewy morning grass
Jays jabber, doves coo
the rest of the world is still asleep

While I wait for the sunrise

I dig my toes into the damp earth
and reach out to caress the
rough back of a favorite tree
watch a butterfly soar silently

while I wait for the sunrise

and for a time I sit in silence
the drunken monkey of my mind
and the sugared two-year old of my ego
leave me a few moments of quiet

while I wait for the sunrise

I touch the wet grass and the tree
I touch the sky and my mind soars
free from the constant barrage
of psychic noise that permeates my world
my heart at peace, my soul renewed

while I watch the sun rise

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for dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

 

The Goddess Shook in Anger – a Poetics Tuesday offering

Darkside

She watched them as they traveled
on her oceans bright and blue
She watched them as they gathered
with their smiles all bright and new
She watched them dance with wild abandon
around her sacred tree
She smiled to hear their laughter
in the days when the hearts was free
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We are Poets

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Written for dverse poets

What is the poetic hum in your life? What hums in the background of your life that inspires you as you unconsciously listen while you work and live? Is the drone always there or do you have to cultivate the inspiration?

We Are Poets

I sit at my desk
and stare at my inbox
how can this be my destiny
to work for a living
staring at cubicle walls
and columns of numbers
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