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

Monday, February 21, 2011

Empty Lives monday poetry potluck #23-home, temple, sanctum


 Where do they go when no-one wants them
to dirty alleys in a box
or park benches in the rain?
Vacant stares, hopelessness.
A marquee sign reads
“Give love to those
who need it.
No more
thirst.”


process notes:
A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with one syllable.

Posted by flaubert at 1:06 PM

25 comments:

  1. BubbaFebruary 21, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    Holy cow! Somebody's on a real bender!

    (I don't mean the homeless guy, I mean you with all these posts today! Wow!)

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  2. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 21, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    this is creative and powerful.

    outstanding job!

    Happy Potluck!
    A++

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  3. flaubertFebruary 21, 2011 at 1:56 PM

    Eric, I write every day and generally
    post a poem to a prompt daily.
    This is my first poem for today.
    I work part-time, so I have a lot
    of free time.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 21, 2011 at 2:21 PM

    Very well done. A heartbreaking image, but gracefully presented. Thanks!!

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  5. MarianneFebruary 21, 2011 at 2:30 PM

    Powerful poem and sad, Pamela. I will have to try the form. Sounds interesting.

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  6. DickFebruary 21, 2011 at 4:10 PM

    A challenging form well-handled.

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  7. UnknownFebruary 21, 2011 at 4:46 PM

    Form and meaning are both tightly constructed. Nice write!

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 21, 2011 at 5:13 PM

    Interesting form and a heart wrenching message. Well done!

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  9. AnonymousFebruary 21, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    Enjoyed the form. I wrote about homelessness, too. Such a tragic problem.

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 22, 2011 at 1:41 AM

    great message.. my potluck's here: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/04/metamorphosis/

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  11. JAGDISH BALIFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:45 AM

    Nice and interesting.

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  12. RJ ClarkenFebruary 22, 2011 at 9:56 AM

    I think you chose well with the form for this prompt. It seems apropos. Definitely a powerful poem, with an extraordinary voice.

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  13. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    Thanks Jingle.

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  14. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:44 PM

    azfree, nice of you to visit.

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  15. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:45 PM

    Marianne, it is a sad subject.
    Having come from NY, I know all
    about it, too, well.
    It is nice to see you:)

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  16. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:46 PM

    Dick, I have never written in this form before.

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  17. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:47 PM

    Thanks Kim:)

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  18. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:47 PM

    Thanks Sherry and it is that.

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  19. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:48 PM

    Loved your poem, Victoria.

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  20. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:49 PM

    Thanks fiveloaf:)

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  21. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:49 PM

    Thanks for visiting Jagdish.

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  22. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 6:51 PM

    RJ, read about this form the other day.
    I wanted to give it a try.

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  23. AnonymousFebruary 22, 2011 at 8:48 PM

    Fantastic flow with such a powerful message

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  24. flaubertFebruary 22, 2011 at 9:25 PM

    Thanks AB!

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  25. KatherineFebruary 26, 2011 at 12:35 AM

    Wow beautiful poem. And I learned a new kind of poem today, thanks to you :)

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