Newman Sestina

The Newman Sestina is a standard unrhymed sestina where all the keywords are anagrams. The word I chose to use was triangle. My six end words are: triangle, integral, altering, relating, alerting, grainlet (two words grain, let combined). You'll notice I changed the last word in the beginning of each new stanza (after the first) to break the monotony of repetitiveness. I also changed an end word or two to fit the sentence structure better. Otherwise, I followed the form as best I could.

Here's a link Tiel gave me called the anagram dictionary and this anagram generator could also help.

Here's an example

Noise of Up

In the noise of up grows a grainlet,
A visual chronicle of her integral
Flesh. Without hesitation comes an altering.
Branches of grafted vinegar and orange: alerting.
Her senses do not beg forgiveness relating
To this viscid, incomprehensible triangle.

Amidst their sundered geometry
A fresh pulp grows from an askew grainlet.
She won't miswrite certain viduity without relating
Their visceral convictions and integral
Truths. She's their conduit adept to alerting
Life's interruptions, an unmistaken altering.

In the basin of yesterday's changing
Her anger ascended to a sharp pointed triangle
Skewing dusk, unfounded words. Alerting
Her inner, uncoupled grainlet;
Her heart to pain's integral
Features. She can't begin relating.

Her tongue articulates a dictionary's common
Word threading it between her and this altered
Facsimile. She wants to scour that integral
Existence from her mind's triangle.
In the noise of up grows a grainlet,
A woman's intuition becoming alert.

Winter has dried upon her skin cold, alerting.
Extinct is a woman-child's naivety and relating.
Sewn grass can't grow a new grainlet
Its green landscape has become altered.
Many shades dance beneath the tree's triangle
But, it's the broken limb which looks integral.

A callous word summarizes life's integral
Path, making her follow those alerting
Flags home, to her family's safe triangle.
There's been an undeniable unity relating
Their heart's against this altering-
In the noise of up grows a grainlet.

I didn't add a tercet at the end of this sestina because I feel adding one would take away from the poem itself. It's taken me almost two months to write this poem because of its sensitive nature. But, it does allow me to finally move forward.

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using the title Noise of Up. It's an anagram of Poefusion. Or, if you prefer, do an anagram of your blog title and use that as your starting point. Happy Writing.

Bridget Jones's Diary

movie Bridget Jones's Diary
date 2001
poem To Autumn
author John Keats

To Autumn by John Keats can be found in its entirety below. Words used in the movie are in bold. Comments welcome.




To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too -
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue:
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Crush

Crush is a mixed media/ collage I did for my art journal. The layout is based on my meeting John for the first time. It was a crush at first sight. And, 11 yrs later that crush is still growing strong.

Monday Mural

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

Art by Elevate Media was originally uploaded to Photobucket.

I'm sorry for the late post. I just noticed today it wasn't up on time. Happy Writing, Happy Valentines Day.

Before Sunrise

movie Before Sunrise
date 1995
poems Delusion Angel
As I Walked Out One Evening
authors David Jewell
W H Auden

Delusion Angel by David Jewell and As I Walked Out One Evening by W H Auden can be found in their entirety below. Lines used in the movie are in bold.



Delusion Angel

Daydream delusion,
limousine eyelash,
oh, baby with your pretty face,
drop a tear in my wineglass,
look at those big eyes,
see what you mean to me,
sweet cakes and milkshakes,
I am a delusioned angel,
I am a fantasy parade,
I want you to know what I think,
dont want you to guess anymore,
you have no idea where I came from,
we have no idea where we're going,
launched in life,
like branches in the river,
flowing downstream,
caught in the current,
I'll carry you, you'll carry me,
that's how it could be,
don't you know me?
don't you know me by now?

As I Walked Out One Evening

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

'O look, look in the mirror?
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

breast
chronicles
facsimile
visual
squirrel

Death of a Rock Star

Death of a Rock Star is my first attempt at an ATC (Artist Trading Card). I used the theme Rock Stars from Think Monday, Think ATC.

I may find myself stitching more around the flower as I think it could use a bit more highlighting.

Working on this ATC has kept my mind off the fresh snow we received yesterday/ last night. It accumulated to another 4 inches over what we already had from last week. Can't wait for warmer/ longer days.

Blue Moon & Gull

Blue Moon & Gull is a mixed media/ collage on a blank 4x6 index card. I used the theme Ice Blue from Think Monday, Think ATC. The haiku is by Rensen.

Th' reflected moon shall make
A pillow for the bird that floats
Asleep upon the lake.

Papercuts

What are you reading? Share your book title, author name and a brief description about what you are reading. My hope is that Poefusionists can find that next great read.