Collaborative Poem 2

That celestial

man

who haunts

the moon

 

 is a survivor

of Cambrian

times

his face

 

 a melancholy

homoioteleuton

in tales

told round

 

orange flames

and under blue

canopies.

He is

 

central

in the aubergine

eyes of

God

 

whose lashes

blinked the

cornucopia

of the universe

 

the umbrella

of sky

the mountain

of endothermic

 

earth

into being.

The feverish

sun

 

the angry

opposite

to that white

orb-- a strong

 

magnet

to those

heavenly kumquats

that careen

 

 with raw

Fahrvergnügen.

Hands of Jesus

scarred 

 

with love

scattered stars

into curious

eyes.

 

Indigenous

beings

cross themselves,

stand atop

 

precipices

to glimpse

what they call

fabulous

 

packing into 

a universal 

temple

where true

 

believers

are filtered

through the

liver

 

of reality.

"What's his

name, Daddy?

The man

 

 

whose face

is stuck

in the waning

moon?"

 

 

"Tyler."

 

Author's Note

________________

Words proffered by my incredibly cruel and smart-alecky friends! ;)

Packing
the Moon
Blue
liver
umbrella
central
precipice
cornucopia
aubergine
orange
Survivor
homoioteleuton
endothermic
Cambrian
Mountain
Indigenous
God
Fabulous
Melancholy
Jesus
Love
Cross
Fahrvergnügen
Celestial
Kumquat
Opposite
Strong
Feverish
careen
angry
Tyler

Definitions:
Fahrvergnügen-- The German term meaning "driving enjoyment" in English (from fahren, "to drive," and Vergnügen, "enjoyment").
homoioteleuton-- an occurrence in writing of the same or similar endings near together (as in neighboring clauses or lines) whether happening by chance or done for rhythmical effect.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

What an incredibly academic poem yet without an overflow of trial by ovedrive. Indeed that name - the truth in a seemingly precious name, takes the academic into the emotional whole of being real.

'stand atop
precipices
to glimpse
what they call
fabulous

packing into
a universal
temple
where true
believers

are filtered
through the
liver
of reality.

"What's his
name, Daddy?
The man
whose face

is stuck

in the waning
moon?"

"Tyler."

A superbly emotional finish to a spritz of high endeavour, plus your friends' YES, your 'incredibly cruel and smart-alecky friends! ' Of course they did brilliantly but - YOU led the field

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Caitlin,
Outstanding writing! And your process from a gifted list of ...random! I have always enjoyed writing groups because we do stuff like this, and the product is always cool, or awesome, or deep, or frivolous. While I was teaching, I'd sometimes turn out the lights, have students get a piece of paper and write down words and phrases evoked when I played Enya's "The Memory of Trees." I'd have them use their list as prompts for poems. Sometimes, The lists were already poems...
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