Quick Writing Exercise Part II!

Now, take one of your answers (white sounds like doves flying, happiness is fleecy) and incorporate it into a poem to post here.

You can change your wording around a bit.

People who didn't answer in the first post can still participate. Just be creative with your associations!

For those who missed the last post:

1. What do birthdays smell like?
2. What does purple taste like?
3. What kind of music would stars sing?
4. What texture is most like happiness?
5. What flower is most like love?
6. What weather would your mood be?
7. What does white sound like?

....and why?

Lillies of the Nile

Lillies of the Nile I answered,
eating dulce de leche as we sat together on the roof,
investigating the stars singing Clair de Lune
and whispering to each other.

He touched my woolen sweater,
bringing me to life and death as if
we could change the color of our skins,
our perfect shaped tears.
but it was a white night when we lost
the pleasures of being just ourselves.

I used to be sunny.
Can't find where I lost my sunburned hope.
Where are we?
Are you listening to me?

Let the past open the eyes of this dead woman.

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You are still here in this fig vibrating in my mouth.

Karla B

Thanks Sibs.You made me write

OH MY GOD, Karla.
Wondrous!

Wow. That was awesome. Very clever. Is it ok to focus on one concept within one poem only?

I'll definitely be doing this later

Cotton Escape
By maple Tree

She is the breeze of a tropical
midnight, drenched in rain drops,
drowning from yesterdays
sunset, eyes become fixed
on highs and lows
of a horizon's melody.

Lights of a thousand
wishes, engulf her
spirited cotton
shadow, becoming
one with the sky,
hearing white
sounds of doves flying....

Nice, guys!

Yeah, you can use as many associations as you want. I was just thinking one, but then Karla managed to use all of hers. : )

Sibs: Can we post our poems or do you want us to wait? Is there a part 3 to this exercise?

Nah, go ahead and post them. We're keeping it casual, baby.

I don't know about a part three. We'll see!

Chi

Beyond white walls wild winds flail
wrought iron beams about,
further breaking burnt bridges.
Rage irradiates from rioting citizens
shouting in streets shutting down
city lights and mowing riot police
down with molotov cocktails.
Upwind with tomohawk mocktails,
lightening shocks flailing iron rails.

Beyond white walls, bridges burn,
bright white brides of agony ride
right into tides pushing tightly into
nooks nicking licking flames
flickering, fizzling, popping
as the storm quiets down.

Beyond white walls
lie questions directed at authority.
Beyond white walls
people are in pain and nobody acts.
Beyond white walls
is an uncontrolled energy waiting to explode.
But in the eye of the storm
rests all of the power.

Purple rain

Purple rain, heavenly sent
sweet music to a dead spirit
would you be the one
to show a path?

Lightening strikes
ripped up a tranquil heart
but, there wasn't a medic
to patch it back up

A singed soul, trapped
in a cosmic storm
searching for that
elusive ambrosia

Hoping, some day
a second Sun would rise again
from the deep pits
of an unmarked grave

(Edited)

Cannot get over Karla's piece... dayum... the title fits perfectly a dramatic movie!

Happiness is like wood shavings
from dross in sculpting:
it occurs as a by product
of doing something important.

Seeking happiness is like
tasting chiffon spun cream:
so attractive, smells so sweet
but melts away threadbare.

This looks like fun, here is my attempt..

The thought counts

No flower is most like love
than the thought of you
to remember when I was born.

If the stars could sing,
instead, they'd serenade my day,
since they can't, a simple ice cream
on a rainy night and the taste
of a purple grape in an empty room
are enough to make this day
smell like cake all over the face,
than the presence of a man
who has forgotten
his girlfriend's birthday.

Lucero

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My answers:

1. Cake all over the face.
2.Grapes
3. Serenades..
4. Ice cream... :-s
5. None
6. Rainy
7. White sounds like an empty room because empty rooms are peaceful to some degree.

"Happiness is like wood shavings
from dross in sculpting:
it occurs as a by product
of doing something important."

Bam. Perfect.

What's next Sibs? Are you going to give some comments/critique on the rest of us
or is there judging involved with this exercise?
Enjoyed everyone's work. Thanks.

1 _ withering
2 _ After knockout , Canadian ten dollar bill
3 _ Twinkle Twinkle ....:)
4 _ Kashmir: because it makes me happy wearing one, how expensive it is.
5 _ Sunflower: cant take his eyes off....
6 _ Sunny side up, (( double yolk~~ I used to live in Tucson))
7 _ k k k chant: well it is white
8 _ Just for the heck of it....!!

barbed
is how purple
taste like
in your bruise

A bouquet of salt and red rose
in the vase
of your mouth!!

No judging from me! Haha, I'm taking the easy route. It just seemed like a fun quick exercise. I like getting more poetry into the forums!