Week Four: silence, shell, lily, road. Next week's words. And an invitation!

Poets, you're knocking us out. Here's a little sample of what you did with the words we posted last week:

the sound of hearts beating

when

words have failed.                     (silence)

Crumbled monuments of a time

remembered only in songs

now long gone unsung.                                   (silence)

the spaces of thought, between action.

the clearness of day between rain,

the angst of uneasiness                                 (silence)

The egg of air
between warm body
and wing-                                     (silence)

died on Thursday found on Tuesday
outside the circle of your old, ragged dance                                                                             (silence)

 

 

the hare who dips
the tips of his ears
in your winecup                             (silence)

 

 

a cicada song
crystallized on the trunk of the acacia tree-            (shell)

blue egg of the ancestral boat:
let's go home, you say
to the woman in the dream,
and sweep into your own ear.                           (shell)

Lady with her head bowed
singing you to her with her scent-             (lily)

pocket guide to a cloying romance                          (lily)

a dark sonnet
punctuated with headlights and weeds-            (road)

some nights: woods outside your door.
on others, a train, a room of winds and no sleep.                (road)

 

 

Thanks, all, for sending your stuff! Please, if you haven't seen your poems/ redefinitions here yet, keep sending! If you have, please send more! Send all poems to inkandfamine@gmail.com.

 

& if you're moved to do so, we'd love it if you'd leave us a comment with your own word suggestions.

 

Words for next week:

 

miracle      saffron      root      immigrant

 

Hasta,

 

Ink and Famine 

Week Three: human worm hunter deceit + next week's words

We know it's been a busy week for everyone, so thank you to those who did submit. We got some really good ones...


Slivers of light in the center of tornadoes.            (human)


bone bag
mouth trap
heavy mother
knife bearing friend             (human)


I can't be unhappy:
on a ferry
on a beach
at the all-you-can-drink milk stand                (human)


a jagged road like the torn edge of a page
leads to the golden massacre tree,
a gesticulation toward heaven          (human)


pull you apart
ten hearts
ten impossible deaths         (worm)


dancer in detritus              (worm)


elephant enraged at the ivory cargo           (hunter)


a lone woman
martinis klinking all around her
pile of arrows at her feet                 (huntress)


underbelly of a scarecrow
after a black-feathered feast                (deceit)


taste of theft, milk separated
from the breast                          (deceit)


when one season blows into the next
and a smile can be taken both ways
boxed up
or swept under              (deceit)


lunar burn to the softest part of the thigh.            (deceit)



And on to expanding our lexicon.....this week's words are:

silence        shell         lily        road

 

We hope everyone has a wonderful and productive week! Don't forget to send your submissions, up to 7 lines each, to inkandfamine@gmail.com.  See everyone in a few days!