Category Archives: Poetic flux

Tell me your side of it.

A Delicate Kinzhal for Emily

Come Thee quickly to thy chamber !
As the fainting NATO hums
Reaching late his unused flower,
Kinzhal bees sting bashful lips.

Suitors enter round her Eden,
Count their airplanes,

And are lost in bombs.

 

The Kh-47M2 Kinzhal (in Russian: Х-47М2 Кинжал, “Dagger”, NATO reporting name Killjoy) is a Russian nuclear-capable hypersonic air-launched ballistic missile.
(Wikipedia)


PROMPT 22:

Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read –
take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose.
Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem.

Come slowly – Eden!

Lips unused to Thee –

Bashful – sip thy Jessamines –

As the fainting Bee –

Reaching late his flower,

Round her chamber hums –

Counts his nectars –

Enters – and is lost in Balms.

The Sociopath Convention


The Sociopath Convention:
A narcissistic ball.
The devil’s human resource team;
Controllers one and all.

Such demons are data-driven . . . 
And think they know what is best—
But they remain unforgiven
For putting the Lord to the test.

 

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Littered Landscape

 

Despair 

God knows them.
They are what they drop:
Subhuman trash
Strewing litter
Fouling creation
Transtrashification;
God sees them.
They will answer
To Him.
Trash is thrown out
then burned.

 


PROMPT 21:

choose an abstract noun, and then use that as the title for a poem
that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.