Saturday, January 8, 2011

Poetry Quickfire Before Putting on the Apron

Here's an attempt at a stream of consciousness poem. Often, I see modern poets just throwing out groupings of words or images as a revelation of an instant of thought that fights form. I'll build on this poem soon, but now my pork tenderloin dinner is calling. Wonder if the great Julia Child ever wrote a little poetry before breaking out the spatula?


Turn It Over

fleeting glances in the pane
could not reveal the etched out
world gathering in deep corners
as the keeper of the routine
maneuvered around the shapeless
closing off that valve of unsaid
turning mechanically as whispers
pushed against the wall while
scratches for release moved
through each muted sentence
mocking attempts at civility

22 comments:

welcome to my world of poetry said...

This is simply wonderful, and such a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.

Yvonne.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

This is simply wonderful, and such a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.

Yvonne.

Diane said...

I couldn't even throw that together. Beautiful! :O)

Valerie said...

Great, Kelly. I've read it three times 'cause it's so good. I can only aspire to rhyming couplets! Sometimes I read what is supposed to be poetry and I can't understand what the poet is getting at, but that doesn't apply to yours. Keep up the good work.

Valerie said...

Forgot to thank you for reading my latest tale... and for your wonderful comments. I did respond on the blog but I don't know if you read it.

Robyn Campbell said...

Lovely words from a lovely lady. In other words, WOMAN! YOU RAWK!

Your words brought me into a place in my head I didn't even know existed, girlfriend.

Sleep tight. :-)

Susan Fobes said...

This one was easier said than done right? With all the rules I have in my head when it comes to poetry, free writing like yours would be impossible for me. Great job!

Jenners said...

I love how you put these words together.

Randi said...

I love your poetry quickfires! I really appreciate you...I hope you know that...

The Write Girl said...

Your words are so moving. Poetry flows naturally from you. You have quite a talent. You should consider sending poetry. They have prize entries and more at p&w.org. Have an awesome week!!

Michelle said...

Somehow I doubt Julia Child wrote poetry. It just doesn't seem to fit with her personality. Ok that and her cooking was maybe her poetry and expression?

christy rose said...

Beautiful Kelly! I hope your pork tenderloin dinner rocked you family too! :)

Betty Manousos @ CUT AND DRY said...

Your great ability in poetry always amazes me.
Simply beautiful!

B xx

He & Me + 3 said...

How do you do that? just type it out so beautifully.

Sarah Laurence said...

I think Julia’s art was on the dish. I’m impressed that you can draft poems while cooking. I tend to burn dinner, which is why my husband took over the kitchen.

It looks like you’ve made a good start. I like best: “closing off that valve of unsaid.”

Kelly L said...

You have a talent my friend... I love it.
"closing off that valve of unsaid" I like that!

Kelly
I've Become My Mother

Hyacynth said...

Love you words, as always, my friend.

Debbie said...

You can come up with something this gorgeous and cook? You are amazing.

Madeleine said...

Gosh sounds like a tense scenario. :O)

Penny said...

"Throwing" that together. I am so stinking impressed!! =)

Sue said...

this is so packed with exciting images/sensory tidbits, there's lots to elaborate upon, tease out.

Gerri said...

Sounds like quite a struggle going on...great work!