Poetry Carnival 10/30
Being the host of the poetry carnival gave me the opportunity to announce a theme, and being autumn with all of its color and smells and sounds, I thought imagery would be a good one to go with. This weeks carnival is intended to be a sensory experience, so sit back and enjoy the show!
Garnet of Glittering Stew shares a wonderfully aural rendition of a rainstorm and its
"Xylophonic riffs singing a sweet, wet, tinkling blues."in Babbling Drops.
Vickie, from Contraptions also used rain as her inspiration this week, but with a very different version of rain that
"Drizzle drips like a persistent faucetwith her poem called Rain Bath
and the tears slide unchecked from my eyes.
The grayness of the day penetrates deep
to mix with the ugliness that is me."
Martin of Complete and Utter Poetry tells us about
"Sweet somethings whisperedin his short but tactile piece entitled Afterwards
More felt than heard"
.:A:. from English, August directs 55 words into a performance with Drama
"The plot thickensThe Science Creative Quarterly gave us two names to have a look at this week:
The players improvise
Brian Willems has there a collection of poems whose simple outlook offers some unique insights.
Untitled (humans)And Jonathan Cohen is showcased as well with his poem about Einstein at Princeton, part of which reads
When humans are
a simple glance
in a museum
"Einstein sits and thinks under the dark treesBilly Jones, a.k.a. Billy the Blogging Poet sent us a light-hearted piece about chicken farming and the Story of Howie's life with his poem entitled "Howie the Chicken Herder"
surrounding a white cottage - where no war
came, even during the years when young men
flooded out from this campus, cold from tap
like the beer they'd drunk at the Tiger-
town Inn just before their first induction."
"Howie ran a chicken ranch,Daniel of Talking to Myself sent in an image-rich piece that includes these lines:
he'd herd them to and fro,
saddle 'em up, ride 'em hard,
and brand a few, you know.
At night he'd build a campfire,
the chickens gathered 'round
to hear ol' Howie play guitar
and sing his chicken sounds..."
"shadow-dancing in the reflected light -in this sensual picture called "Firelight."
to the "hiss/pop/crack" of music played -
a cacophony of wood percussion."
And Adam at Adam's Blog sends us a bit of Wal-Mart humor:
"As I walked into Wally World,Take a look at the rest of The Wal-Mart Singer
The man smiled,
Trying to say ya'll like a southerner
But sounding like a wannabe."
You can have a look if you'd like at my entry, a 55 word poem, about:
"..a promise unkept,The other 38 words are here in To Defy Gravity
dangled low and round
against the horizon, swaying
on the tips of spent corn..."
Violet from promptings gives us a picture in her poem - as well as an accompanying photograph -
"Peacock ferns Eden-lushand the end result is a beautiful sight to see in Langley Woods
draw us into the dim, cedar-canopied wood..."
Vijay has joined us as well, in his first ever poetry carnival submission from My Serenity:
"So calm, so serene, the full moon rose ;Go have a look at the rest of Starry Moon.
The impure beauty kindles the desire.
Yet as if all the world now suddenly froze,
I stare at the officious flame burning without fire."
Dan Weasel A.K.A. Andrew Nichols, our carnival founder has joined in with a lovely piece at his blog, Philosophical Poetry that starts like this:
"Like a sullen teetotaler fallen off the wagon,This piece, My Lady has a mood you can really sink into.
poetry skids first this way then that,
brooding over a world of details
and shivering in its skin."
Ms. Taken is also new, not only to our little carnival, but to blogging too. Her new blog is called Elicit Beauty, and she says:
"I have heard an angel fall."in her piece, which she's dubbed Untitled but Something About Wisdom
Thanks to all who participated, we grow a bit with each new edition! I hope some of you will consider volunteering to host the next edition, which if my calendar serves me right, will be on November 13th.
Tagged: Literature, Poem, Poetics, Poetry, Poetry Carnival, Writing