Saturday, May 23, 2015

Read This

Tully & Toril collaboration "Four Good Eggs

All the way through.  Then

crease the corners,
craft something that flies.  Or

beat the line breaks
till they bruise

as your robin's egg eyes.

Revisiting Artistic Interpretation's Art with Toril for Play It Again at Real Toads


Fireblossom said...

You're a born poet, aren't you?

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Anonymous said...

Perfectly bruised and blue.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, you are indeed a born again poet, MZ!! Hope you're enjoying a great weekend!!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is such a great poem! :D
Loved the artwork! Its amazing :D

Kerry O'Connor said...

I am always sold on poems about poems, or the art of writing them. I like how you used the form of this piece as a kind of grammatical metaphor for your description.

Anonymous said...

I love the way the title is a directive that flows into each of the first three lines.

This is what I adore most about short poems: You can read them once, memorize them, and then throw away (or fly away) the "paper." But the words only become more embedded in your brain as the hours and days pass by, particularly if you don't read anything else that might replace what you've just read. And if those robin's-egg eyes are as intent on you as they sound, I'm sure your admirer is completely mesmerized by you and only has true "eyes" for your poems.

I like the way you hid "sore" at the end of the fifth line. And "robin's egg guys." I know what blue things you're talking about, girlie. Too funny.

I also like that the word "craft" could mean you want the reader to turn your poem into a paper airplane, OR that you want the reader to craft a poem in response, using your poem as muse material.

You are the best, Kelli.

hedgewitch said...

Of all the poems I would want to crease and fly into space, none of them would be yours, MZ.

Susie Clevenger said...

I agree with hedgewitch...Your writing always awes me..especially your spare wording that carries such impact.

brudberg said...

Always unique, the purpose of why you are a poet clear.

Anonymous said...

The human brain has a hard time considering two things at once, but that's the genius of this poem, to take the contraries of "alone" and "aloud" and stretch 'em out into a canvas like this one that sails and weeps. Home run.

Hannah said...

Goodness!!! You knock my socks off! I love your poetry, MZ!

Jim said...

Alone and aloud. Fly it away, good riddance!! Why punish yourself when you don't have to.
Nice M.Zee.
I know there is more here than I'm seeing but my loss.

Susan said...

I didn't understand this poem until I followed directions thoroughly except I didn't really beat the line breaks, nor did I truly choose the first option, but looked in the bluest eyes passing for a coverup.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I think it flies. :)

Sioux said...

Mama Zen--You do line breaks and white space better than most everybody.


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