"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Friday, January 14, 2011

remembrance big tent poetry #36 a list of words

Reverie
Sink into the foreground
with nothing to say.
The mind is occupied without
verbal passages.
Light fills spaces,
where doubt once existed.
Spreading jam
too thinly on burnt toast.
Scraping away at the background.
Everything is relevant,
like revolution in thoughts
that change a revolting scene
into something pleasant.
Rhetoric is a rearview mirror,
as I slip into my dreams … 


*words not used:
ridicule
rampant
raunchy
rigid
                                
Posted by flaubert at 2:21 AM

34 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2011 at 4:39 AM

    Good one, Pamela. I'd like to see the one you's write with rigid, rampant, raunchy! Probably not printable!
    ViV

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  2. nanJanuary 14, 2011 at 5:47 AM

    Reverie . . . ah. Great choice. I enjoyed this dreamy, thoughtful space.

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  3. RJ ClarkenJanuary 14, 2011 at 6:10 AM

    I absolutely loved the line "Rhetoric is a rearview mirror..." Wonderful use of metaphor and like Viv - I'd love to see what you'd do with some of the other 'R' words, too.

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  4. Laurie KolpJanuary 14, 2011 at 6:36 AM

    Oh... I LOVE this! Such beautiful imagery... I especially like the jam on burnt toast.

    ~laurie = )

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  5. LindaJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:19 AM

    Wonderful imagery. My favorite line
    —The mind is occupied without
    verbal passages.

    That line sent me off into so many places. Great prompt line!

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:34 AM

    Rhetoric is a rear view mirror really makes me think!

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  7. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:40 AM

    I like the burnt toast followed by "scraping ...background". Nice juxtaposition

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  8. Uma AnandaneJanuary 14, 2011 at 9:11 AM

    What a dream and imaginations....I travelled into your dream for a few seconds ;)

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  9. samJanuary 14, 2011 at 9:13 AM

    Rhetoric is a rearview mirror. Now that's something to think about. Very nice poem, and amazing imagery - I felt my nice scraping the toast when I read that.

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  10. Jacqueline HowettJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    Beautiful words. The mind is occupied with verbal passages. Instantly a certain vision came to mind, but then on reflection it had many.

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  11. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    You are probably right Viv :)

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  12. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:48 AM

    I love the word reverie, it just rolls off the tongue. Thanks nan.

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  13. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:49 AM

    I am not sure where that came from RJ. But it did seem to fit.:)

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  14. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:50 AM

    Laurie, I have had many a day like that:)
    Too early in the morning and not paying attention.
    Thanks.

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  15. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:51 AM

    Thanks Linda and I have felt that way at times.

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  16. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    Jeanne thanks and thanks for the visit.

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  17. hedgewitchJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    Very nice reverie indeed. Loved this: "..Light fills spaces,/where doubt once existed./Spreading jam/too thinly on burnt toast..." A thoughtful and effective piece.

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  18. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:53 AM

    Thanks Barb. This was an interesting prompt.

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  19. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:53 AM

    Dreaming is a wonderful thing Uma.

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  20. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:54 AM

    Yes, it is something to think about Sam.
    Thanks.

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  21. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:55 AM

    Thanks Jacqueline, I just visited your site and I love your writings.

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  22. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    Thanks much Joy Ann and I enjoyed yours as well.

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  23. Tumblewords:January 14, 2011 at 2:03 PM

    Superb. It rings with magic and those spots we call home which might be only figments...there's never enough jam for burnt toast - love the way the burn is scraped away.

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  24. mareymercyJanuary 14, 2011 at 2:18 PM

    The last two lines are a really great ending!

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  25. markJanuary 14, 2011 at 4:20 PM

    That last bit, about rhetoric is rearview mirror is amazingly wonderful.

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  26. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2011 at 5:39 PM

    You've captured everything so well. There are some beautiful phrases in there!

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  27. WillowJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:14 PM

    beautiful, original, brilliant, a pleasure to contemplate

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  28. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    Susan, yes only figments at times:)

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  29. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:49 PM

    Thanks Twitches!

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  30. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:52 PM

    Mark, don't where or why for that line, but it just seemed so perfectly true.

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  31. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    Thanks much Joanne. I hope the best for everyone in Brisbane.

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  32. flaubertJanuary 14, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    What a very nice thing to say Willow.

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  33. JamesJanuary 16, 2011 at 6:49 AM

    "Light fills spaces / where doubt once existed" is such a lovely line. I guess that's something we all want to find, that light. Well done!

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  34. flaubertJanuary 16, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    Thanks James. Light is a wonderful thing, isn't it? I am looking forward to the chapbook:)

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