Fig Jar World (NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 25)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-3/

“…our daily prompt (optional, as always). In 1958, the philosopher/critic Gaston Bachelard wrote a book called The Poetics of Space, about the emotional relationship that people have with particular kinds of spaces – the insides of sea shells, drawers, nooks, and all the various parts of houses. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space – it could be your childhood bedroom, or the box where you keep old photos. It could be the inside of a coin purse or the recesses of an umbrella stand. Any space will do – so long as it is small, definite, and meaningful to you.”

Small fig-shaped jar

Once held Dalmatia Fig Spread

Now a world unto itself

In cove beneath far ocean bed

Slumber-eyed I climb inside

Sail on bleached white shells amid

Assorted treasures under lid

Polished stones, jade and onyx

Marbled agate cobalt blue

Worn translucent sea glass

Striations mirror sky at dusk

Single flat finger of driftwood

To rest upon while admiring

Teeny colored beads, a bracelet

Wrist no longer fits

Tiny pink silk rose, its whorls

Perfection woven eternal

Even smaller silver chain

Shimmered links to lost something…

White bow ribbon ties black cross

To one, carved quartz, pale as dawn

A miniature fig jar cathedral

Where are blessed mermaid angels—

Writing hymns, myths within?

Singing siren songs for whales

Much too large, sad, long gone?

Space more transparent than pen’s heart

Captive trinkets, tide-washed thoughts

Poems forlorn, as yet unborn—

Hands hold, turn glass ’round, ’round

In dimmed wee-dreamy midnight light

Fig jar world—waves, wind chimes call

To sojourn…twelve bells, ghost-love’s sound

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Sleep’s Voyage

 

Weekly Writing Prompt #85

(5) Words: | SCORE | SLEEP | FREE | CALM | ESCAPE |

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Escape to gauzy other world

Sleep, no planned itinerary

Begin calm cruise on midnight sea

Beyond conscious pale of reason.

Where am I sailing, to what named ports dock?

Will ship’s course turn violent, crash

On slumbered scenes’ saber’d rock?

Which cavalcade of characters meet?

The dead not missed, ones yet living

Incidental, mercurial, unfamiliar—fellow

Travelers’ purpose in sloop’s destiny, shadow.

Voyage to land far foreign, free

Of consequences, tallied score

No passport required for

Still, and always, unsolved mystery.

“Love, did you rest well…or nightmares again?”

I daren’t describe darkest net of dreams—

Can’t tell him, “Someone was trying to break in”.

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Unravel Me

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/unravel/

Yet, still, you unravel me…

Like old sweater I’d have

Wrapped ’round your shoulders

With heart’s unrelenting affection

To away the chill bent on stealing you.

Your silence didn’t sway me—

I fill in the spaces with phrases

Wound like cotton yarn between

Fingers—cat’s cradle, dreams I play.

And they, words a-fraying—wise, pretty…

Deep as pensive Pacific clouds in

Dream-voice as far, wavy azure…

Yet, still, unravel me.

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