Saturday, January 24, 2015

Kalyani and Rahul

Placeholder... (Description to come. For now, see this thread on the 17th Shard fan site)

Also some Rithmatic constructions:

Monday, July 14, 2014

Starting a dream journal

Recently I have had some very odd dreams. This is not unusual for me--I often have fantastic adventures in my sleep. Last night's was too good not to record. I have considered keeping a dream journal in the pest but never actually done it. This might be a good place to try. At least for the interesting ones.

In last night's excursion into dreamland, I found myself in a small team infiltrating a damaged star destroyer full of storm troopers. (Yes, I had listened to the Star Wars soundtrack recently. Why do you ask?)  The best route to the bridge, where we would try to hijack the ship, was through the exercise and recreation area. Everything was going well even though I embarrassed myself on the basketball court, until someone tried to rob my teammate and I intervened in the ensuing knife fight. This attracted attention and my cover was blown. I was still trying to figure out how to get away or buy time for my fellow saboteurs when I woke up.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Character Keteks (Poetry Month Day 1)

A ketek is a 5-line palindrome-like poem where each word is repeated, allowing for some grammatic changes. It is original to the fantasy world of the Stormlight Archive, and these keteks each describe a character in that series. I have previously posted a posted a reverso about a different Stormlight character.

Unheard screams
own my life, 
still Truthless,
still alive, 
my own screams unheard.

Lies held close
dangerously hide
self from self,
hiding dangerous
closely held lies.

Kaladin I
Protected, trained to heal;
betrayed and wronged, overcome.
Choosing honor, by honor chosen,
overcoming wrongs and betrayal
healing to train, protect.

Kaladin II
Failing again, never protecting,
Oaths betrayed.
Renew honor,
renewing betrayed oaths,
protecting, never again failing

Brilliance without compassion
required this action today
for salvation, yet salvation
for today's action, this requires
compassion without brilliance.

Monday, February 11, 2013

low 40s

Night drizzle in early February,
the damp cloud cover keeps it warm enough
that a soggy gray morning sees mist in the air
instead of frost on the ground.

And on the third floor
around 1 a.m.
a tear-sodden pillow kept
a heart from freezing over.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Luncheon Cinquain

Taste it:
soft brown heaven,
soothing cream of softness
a full jar of peanut butter
for me

Friday, May 4, 2012

Poetry Challenge Fail

As you may notice by looking at the previous post, the number of poems written in April was a bit shy of one-a-day. In fact, the final completion score comes in at 20/30, which is a D in most schools. Moreover, nearly a week's worth of those poems were written together on a relaxing Sunday afternoon. I didn't actually approach poetry more than half the days in Poetry Month.

While writing daily is the main spirit of the April poetry challenge, I also failed to take advantage of the opportunity to experiment with new styles and forms. My 2011 challenge month was much more successful.

I keep promising regular posts, and if I said something like that again it would be getting redundant. Know that good intentions are still persistently paving my way, and I'm hoping that pavement leads to a happier place than it does in most versions of the idiom. (If not, I guess we will have more posts like these ones.)

Friday, April 27, 2012

rind (Poetry Month: Day 20)

thick citrus of an idea
mists the air with the smell of oranges
as i dig my thumbs into it
peeling back the initial image
eager to explore the delicious ins and outs
and underpinnings,
eager for juice to dribble
and for hands to remain sticky with remnants,
depositing residual wonderings on everything else
that i touch today.

the skin pulls away and the plump flesh emerges...
except it doesn't.
i hold an empty rind of a poem
nothing in it
and my hand is slick with superficial oils