WWP 120 Color us a poem: a renga

WWP # 120 Color us a Poem
a renga:

iridescent teal
shimmy shine bluish-green of
peacock, hummingbird

reflecting light or dancing
in natural shadow play

tail or breast feather
regal, priceless, breathtaking
teal, iridescent


Process notes: Seeing a hummingbird yesterday helped...also having a mock colored glass peacock in my livingroom window filtering the morning light helped to piece this renga together.
My daily observations have all been American Japanese style poetry this month you can find them at: http://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/

This verse was written for We Write Poems - come and join the fun.

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/08/29/prompt-120-its-post-your-poems-day/

SW 71 *How to Serve Man (A 11, B 10)

*How to Serve Man          
What was it that he was calling himself now...Acheron
How could it be that we were born of the same mother?
Whatever twin link there was, he severed it when he stole
The Operator Manual - recipes for the essentials of life

Luckily underneath the spells were the magical lead of pencils that
Acted as an alarm and allowed me to trace where the book had been taken
From the very first dusk that he’d so cunningly thought he’d escaped
Undetected from the enchanted chains and fences surrounding our space
~~~~~
Nevaeh could have forgiven many things of her younger brother -
Yet she rose to the occasion, and prepared a new book
To accept the returning flock that the innocent Here-boy had released
They were on their way home...the children of her universe

*******

Yin and yang, male and female, good and evil
Are they all necessary opposites?
Just by degrees, moderation, manipulation of musings
A balance must be maintained

Over eons, seasons, even just passing moments - beings wonder
Stars seem to live and die by the blink of an eye to some, and yet
While one mystery is solved, there are hundreds more
Just waiting for the right spark to ignite a single imagination...

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/wordle-71/
dusk, link, trace, empty, essentials, rose, pencils, fence, chain, recipe, forgiven, operator

(Story Verse: #11  for A, #10 for B)

Process Notes: *With a nod to Rod Sterling and the Twilight Zone.   Also thanks to Brenda for the list as well as the direction. As it was Brenda who wrote: “Beautiful installment....I'm curious about the strange birds. It's a strong image.” One last note...I actually do know some folks who have named their daughters’ “Nevaeh” - I had not heard of it and wondered about the origin, country-wise when it was pointed out that it is just the reverse of “Heaven.”
JP/davh

WWP 119: Pretty Gritty?

Pretty Gritty?
mud
to young girls
nothing better to do
than keep each other company
while the grown-ups held their high tea

mud
in the back
of the yard somewhere
a place we rarely visited
the home our grandfather built to retire

mud
between our toes
we removed our shoes
and made countless dirt pies
covering our sibling selves in the afternoon

mud
they laughed heartily
once they found us
got out the garden hose
when it was time to go home

mud
of a place
now only a memory -
no longer our wonderland
lingering on the fading map of dreams

JP/davh

WWP 119...of what/place
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/08/22/prompt-119-its-post-your-poems-day/

SW 70 Feathers, Flights and Foundlings (3a of A)

Feathers, Flights and Foundlings       (#3a of Story Verse A -10th piece)
Once the pages of the spell book evaporated into a flock of birds,
Their limbs, gentle waves out the tower window - the binding split
And the once gilded adornment eye was now fixed in a dull stare -
The golden sheen of its eyelid had taken on a tinny hue

Was this just a prelude to eradicating the insidious evil of one wizard?
The directions which had been so clear and vivid were lost
In drifts of coherency, and while Here-boy could always have spoken
His eyesight now seemed to gift everything with a glowing tinted aura

At least the boy could tip the secret exit and escape this fix,
Even for a short time - though he preferred not to steal at all he’d go to the
Kitchen and nick some supplies before running for his life as he had
No way of knowing just how far the scales of justice had been tipped

~~~~~~~~~~~

Morganna asked Albert, a squire to enlist the help of Sebastian and the rest of
The orchestra - they at least knew what the manic magicians’ assistant looked like
Try and find the boy - surely the lad would be startled - not know what to do having always
Been given instruction and direction, do be as gentle as you can, she instructed

The young princess had tripped and twisted her ankle on the way back to the kitchen
After seeing a strange enormous flock of birds fly over her flock of sheep -
She had been disguising herself as a shepherdess to escape the sleeping spell that
Had enveloped her elder sister and had held the rest of the royal family for ransom

The princess still with her face smudged sat with her leg propped up while Cookie
Cleaned up the foiled lunch and began anew... from the narrow back room stair
A tired looking young lad poked his head into the kitchen, spied the women and
Almost turned away, but the aroma of the fresh baked bread lured him to the table...

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/08/19/wordle-70-a-bakers-dozen/
tip, fix, tinted, preludes, vivid, tinny, drifts, nick, waves, gentle, limbs, insidious, split
3a of Story Verse Series A the 10th piece of this story verse
Story Verse A: http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-a.html
Process Notes: Well the verse pretty much speaks for itself. Enjoy the addition.
Here-Boy is introduced in #2 and briefly mentioned in #9
Morganna and company start in #1 and continue in #3

WWP 118: Thinking Outside of the Box

Thinking Outside of the Box
They were men with big dreams
They were the builders of things mechanical
Bolting joints, legs, sockets and circuit boards

In sealed lab rooms, perhaps climate controlled
Maybe even windowless - they followed the vision set before them
At the Grumman Iron Works in the 1960’s

They built Apollo LEM’s - one, some or all of them;
Lunar Excursion Modules - started out unmanned
And then in July 20, 1969 a man landed on the moon

Fathers, uncles, brothers, sons and grandfathers
I think the field was unintentionally mostly if not all men then
Tosterone and smoke jockeying for the light of day, during launches

And perhaps lunches too - celebrating creativity and ingenuity
Could they ever imagine that with the start of the space program
That Curiosity would land on Mars in August of 2012?

Process notes: One of my grandfathers’ helped to build several of the LEMs.
Somewhere in my home I have a line drawing or photo of one of the Apollo LEM’s
With signatures of everyone who helped to build it - including my grandfather.
This piece is to honor all those who helped the early United States space program,
about fifty years ago and since, yet only flew to space in their dreams.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_Lunar_Module

We Write Poems 118

SW #69 Acheron (#9 for both A & B)

#9 for both story verse A and B

Acheron
Foiled by a curvaceous body covered with lace
I narrowly escaped to my secret alcoves - only the bottom parts
Of the vast cave system by the coast ever got flooded
A safe hidey-hole for me to remain invisible...

As soon as Here-boy the mute that wasn’t, uttered the spell
To release the magic from the ancient book I so skillfully acquired
I began to warp and dwindle, my youthful image began to fade
I could see dismay and shock within the dames’ eyes...

Donning my cape to cover my appearance, almost too blind to see
By my own frustration, I consulted the maps held within my unique memory -
It seems what ever he saw he was able to keep and retrieve in his minds eye
A very good asset for a cunning wizard, he thought lifting his mood slightly

I will ricochet past this holistic recovery of the land
My world dominance shall have to wait...
I shall have to remember to be more diligent when recruiting
Mother’s for my children as well as the hired help

It might take me a few years, and perhaps I’ll rethink just how much
Of the land, sky and sea I will need to make me happy -
And so he started with simple twists of his wrist and minute flow of fingers
And in a remote sea, to test his strength - he set a whirlpool to spin...


Process notes: I knew I wanted to write about the wizard and the whirlpool,
one possible link of many that connect Story Verse A and B (turns out to be #9 for both). While looking for a name for my wizard I came upon a better title for this verse, could end up being his name too...as one definition of Acheron is; fabled name for the gates of Hell.

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/08/12/wordle-69/
ricochet, invisible, curvaceous, narrow, maps, lace, dwindle, spin, warp, past, flooded, alcoves


While part of the series A, the character of Here-boy was inspired from a different prompt (not a Wordle) and can be found here: http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/04/sorcery.html

http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-a.html

http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-b.html

WWP 117 Strained? (Elfje Quintet)

An Elfje Quintet:  Strained?

Patient
He, she
All of us
Under whose thoughtful care
Yours?

(Patience
Me, them
Only one rope
Burning at both ends
Ash...)

Patient
Always waiting
Another shoe drops
Naked emotions, paper gowns
Patient

(Fire
Them, me
Brilliant flames flicker
Mesmerized by the dance
Patience)

Mine?
Poked, prodded
Annoyed, yet calm
Then we get billed
Patient

Prompt
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/08/02/prompt-117-what-words-mean/
Post prompt here
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/08/08/prompt-117-its-post-your-poems-day/#comments
Process notes: I was able to cryptically apply a current situation, with perhaps some humor to this prompt. Suffice it to say that sometimes ‘you’ get what ‘you’ ask for when you are the squeaky wheel (which was not necessarily my own little self) - even if it isn’t exactly what ‘you’ wanted. Perhaps if just a little bit of patience were applied the outcome could have been different.  In the end, there always is a bill to pay...

pa·tient  [pey-shuhnt]   noun

1.a person who is under medical care or treatment. 2.a person or thing that undergoes some action.
3.Archaic . a sufferer or victim.
adjective
4.bearing provocation, annoyance, misfortune, delay, hardship,pain, etc., with fortitude and calm and without complaint,anger, or the like.   5.characterized by or expressing such a quality: a patient smile.
6.quietly and steadily persevering or diligent, especially indetail or exactness: a patient worker.
7.undergoing the action of another ( opposed to agent).

pa·tience  [pey-shuhns]  noun

1.the quality of being patient,  as the bearing of provocation,annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like. 2.an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness orannoyance when confronted with delay: to have patience with a slow learner. 3.quiet, steady perseverance; even-tempered care; diligence:to work with patience.