Miracle, Root, Saffron, Immigrant + Next Week's Words & Your Suggestions.

Hello again, poets! And so here we are again,  another week, another batch of words redefined and seen anew.  We hope you enjoy what we have in store for you and that you will continue to work with us on these definitions.  Without further ado.....

water falling all ten ways at once   (miracle)

the meeting of juice
and rind
tiny cathedral
open for the first time   (miracle)

the scent of you
a moon climbing my legs   (saffron)

taste of sunset
fleshed out in a beggar's bowl of rice   (saffron)

man thing
earth encrusted
prickled at the taste of rain    (root)

we reach pretty far to drink
even if we've always lived here   (root)

the one picture they have of us
we're not even in                          (root)

she who knows the moon upside-down
whistles a tune no one else can hear      (immigrant)

your thumb on my belly
traveling between knee-cap and nipple
hot breath on the back of your hand        (immigrant)


Don't forget to leave suggestions in the comments for future words to explore.  This week's picks are:

novel      button       broomstick       cave

See you next week, our imagimagnificent word folk!  And don't forget to submit your rhymes to inkandfamine@gmail.com.

Commas and semicolons,

Ink&Famine

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