lines full of word had all want
gone in their space for nothing
no-word for no-one through slips
given was lost in the found songful
silent hope fought in the ground
wisp o’er the willing or seeming
not enough up hell to go down
heaven fell climbing among stares
word angels incomprehensible spelling
bees their being parked en route
doing your does or not doing doesn’t
see in your could or not seen couldn’t
being your you or not being your be
all of this and not more of the none
where the isn’t is and the is isn’t live
This is a submission for dVerse where I am hosting this evening. Please come along and share a poem.
Really like this, I think you have used in the words in way that kaleidoscope the word a bit… i remember that Gertrude Stein was influenced by cubism so it might make sense.
Just too much damn fun, brother, prompting us to go all e.e. and shit. I dig it, and had several larks letting loose the lunes. I like your line /given was last in the found songful/.
Good to have you out to play as always Glenn. You knocked this prompt out of the park.
Now this is the sort of thing I was aiming for and you’ve nailed it, Scribbles! Such amazing lines:
‘no-word for no-one through slips
given was lost in the found songful’
reminds me of Stanley Unwin and the Small Faces’ Ogden’s Nut Gone Flake!
Thanks Kim. Gotta say ee is the inspiration here but I’ll nod a Tanley stake any day of the week 😉
I must confess Paul, this sort of poetry makes no sense to me. I’m dyslexic so maybe that is the problem.
Then so be it. I’m not sure that ‘sense’ is at the heart of it. For me it’s playful and meaning can be extrapolated…or not.
lol. for me it is gobbleygook, no matter who writes it.
Hi Toni: Just wantd to say…I do agree. I am LATE to the reading, having spent time with my grandkids…and find that I’m needing two and three sips of my black coffee this morning to make it through some of the crazy stitching of words with this prompt. But some are fun…Do stop by and read mine…I think it’ll put a smile on your face, my friend. PS: So VERY glad you are doing better! 🙂
Oh what fun! Thank you for this liberating prompt! I love “heaven fell climbing among stares”
Thanks Diana. Look forward to reading your offering.
I seem to get hold of some of the meaning, but it’s like hanging onto the string of escaping balloons. I need to back read over and again.
Let me know if you find any 😉
Balloon string untangled be
fly to the moon star-watching.
I love this so flipping much. Everything about this style. I get so totally stoked when I read a poem and have no clue what I just read — as if it’s in another language. It’s like candy. First I enjoy it purely for sound and mouth pleasure. Then I can go back and figure it all out, knowing full well the poet cannot possibly expect me to come to a certain pre-ordained understanding. It’s so freeing, to me. Like being given permission to play all damn night on a playground with no “lights out; get off my property” closing time.
This poet can’t wait for you musings though…but hey…finish up at the playground first 😉
At 83, it is dangerous for me to spend too much time at this. It sounds a bit like some of the conversations with my friends! Nevertheless, entertained I am.
Oh Bev. I laughed out loud. Thank You.
Just in the title alone: “Isn’t” is a noun, a state of being. But in living in the zone of “isn’t,” then you “is.” You exist. It’s like a really good paradox. If you are what you aren’t, then finally you really are.
You know what I mean, right? 🙂
Mind melded…remember ?
“lines full of word had all want” … This means that poetry made of (too many) words can leave everything to be desired, and not in a good way. You can say everything you need to with just a handful, and almost nothing with hundreds.
OR, maybe it means all the words in these lines are pure lust … or some other kind of want, I suppose. 😛
“gone in their space for nothing” … My mind is popping over “gone in their space” and all the things that could mean. “For nothing,” for no good reason. We can go back to the previous line and make this be about the words, or we can let the line stand alone (or both) while we search for meaning/wisdom/philosophy. “For nothing” could also mean “for no cost; for free.” Maybe that’s the one thing that’s free — to go into a space with someone special.
‘Sigh.’ I love your commentary.
I like this, but I am still not completely sure what I am supposed to be doing…I shall submit, but it might not be right….I went to a Grammar school, but never understood grammar….so perhaps my poems never have any??????
lol…look forward to reading Alison.
LOL I even messed up Mr Linky… one of those days…
I’ll fix 😉
“no-word for no-one through slips” … No words necessary. They’re talking through slips. Sss lips. Under the skirt slips. Slip(-n-slide)s. Slips as in falls … falling in love or some other such similar situation.
Or something completely different.
Your First thought….Spaces in-between. You’re good at this 😉
“given was lost in the found songful” … The first three words, good golly; I’m swooning. I read it as meaning that what was once “a given” is now lost. Everything is suddenly flipped upside-down; nothing makes normal sense anymore. And isn’t that how it is? When you find, you lose what you were formerly holding. No one can live a truly (open)mindful thought-life unless they’re willing to let go of what they were already thinking/believing in order to accept/embrace new information.
“songful” … Now that’s just code for “song fool,” which I am. 🙂
Isn’t that how it is indeed.? Thank You for the time, effort and energy you bring.
Okay, I have to go feed my kids. I’ll be back … and around to the other poems too. Thanks for this poem and the prompt. Fabulous. Like I said, I’m super stoked.
Feed them poetry 😉
I do make them word lists and have them write me poems/stories.
“silent hope fought in the ground” … This is a pretty straightforward line. Seeds that may or may not survive. There’s a lot probably trying to kill them, or they have a lot to overcome before they can grow.
I like the idea of a silent hop. Like a little girl in P.E. class who’s embarrassed to try to jumprope in front of the other kids because they’re so good and she’s not. 🙂 Maybe it feels like her feet are so stuck in place that they’re buried under the dirt and she just cannot move them.
“silent hope fought in the ground” … This also makes me think of a marriage trying to survive. I love the image of a couple — not “fighting silently” (as in fighting with their facial expressions or in their minds) but their hope “fighting silently.” That actually makes me think they’re praying for their relationship, or sending out good energy or whatever people happen to do.
Once, I planted a potato to make a boy fall in love with me. (It was a love spell. I was in high school. He was my first husband.) Anyway, what if this “silent hope … in the ground” is a spell of some kind?
I love that you planted a potato for love.
“heaven fell climbing among stares” The fun of this is that it took me reading through twice before “stares” stopped being “stars.” It’s clever word alchemy; the stuff of which dreams are writ.
Or is it “on which”? I slept through some of my Shakespeare class.
Of which? On which? Sandwhich?
“A poem should not mean, but be.” MacLeish. This needs to be read aloud just to let it buzz about the ears; tasted just to let it lavish the palette. Too much in it to say, so I will just let it ‘be.’
I like the rhythm in this- like playing hopscotch. An interesting world where angels can’t spell.
Words are powerfully put into your experimentation of grammar free and this is so good. 🙂
no-word for no-one through slips
given was lost in the found songful………..
loved this and this ………..being your you or not being your be
all of this and not more of the none…..much….wonderfully written!
Thanks for hosting and providing a fun challenge! I need another cup of coffee to read all of these, I think. 🙂 I do like many of your lines here…most especially these:
.”doing your does or not doing doesn’t
see in your could or not seen couldn’t”
I think I most enjoy reading these aloud as the word flow becomes fun and ideas pop in and out, if that makes sense 🙂
It does. Have fun reading. There are some really great poems out there.
I like how sounds run between words to echo or foreshadow other words and how you seem to delve for truths in between.
Paul, thank you first of all for the fun challenging prompt!
you make it seem so easy by being your you or not being your be
This reads like a new language, somehow making sense or perhaps…. it is all a grammatical illusion. Either way, I do likes it.