COME ONE, COME ALL / June 4
by Carolee, Deb & Jill
It’s show time! It’s time to post your original poem, written in response to Monday’s prompt — where will our wild things be? — or any other inspiration from the week. (We love it when you write to our prompt, but we also love it when you write on a whim. We all know how fickle that muse can be.)
So leave a link to your blog post, or leave your poem itself, in the comments!
Let the show begin! This post is “sticky” — it will stay right here in the spotlight for you all weekend.
Here’s how prompts work under the Big Tent
You’ve got all week to write your poem, based on this week’s prompt. Come Fridays (today!) you’ll find a “Come One, Come All” post (this one!) where you can 1) leave a link to your poem or 2) leave the poem in its entirety.
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One other thing
So it might be more than one. Read our barkers’ articles, if you haven’t recently. Great stuff. Here’s the list of links.
Here goes something…
Joseph, as always, your choice of words is impeccable. I didn’t know you had this demon child within! “that waterfall of glass coming down/so fragile and still so deadly” and the reference to handbells, inspired. Really loved this, as freaky as the concept is! Also love seeing your blog in general. It’s “meet-ups” like these where we are reminded to click on each others’ blogs… Amy B.L.
Here we go: Daring Heaven
The dares you cite are filled with imagination, Tiel. So many mythological references… your idea of being bigger, more effective, even – intriguing. Loved this one. Amy Barlow Liberatore
Thanks for an interesting prompt!
Here’s mine. Thanks for the prompt, it surprised me.
Tried to leave a comment there; wouldn’t “take.”
First off, if I never see “Trainspotting” again, it will be too soon!! Believe me, if my former friends are any witness, you didn’t miss a thing. I was lucky – in LA in the 70s, and scared of needles. The only drug I didn’t try because I knew I’d like it too much…
Really, scarily good work, Brenda! Amy B.L.
Thanks Amy. Looks like we traveled similar paths for a time. I appreciate the support. Off to your blog…. :) ~Brenda
twinkle of love in your eyes after being with bats, huh? (i like the surprise of it in the poem!) and you and dave bonta would get along well. have you seen his recent post? it’s here: http://www.vianegativa.us/2010/05/portico-bat/
Jeeves, I can certainly tell you love the dark! Well done!
“Rest the soothing” is such a lovely line in the middle of this. I would have a twinkle, too. (They are marvelous critters.)
I was never more surprised than to be surprised by a bevy of bats…it was like walking on the edge of flying squirrel hell. But, it sounds as though your experience was much more masterful and…dare I say…loving (goosebumps).
I love the line: “rest the soothing moon in their wings”.
there it is all (the mistery, the love, the temptation). who needs the twilight series?
My response to this prompt surprised me, but it feels right – can’t think of too many other unfulfilled fantasies I could dare to to if I would. http://victoria-andnowpoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-big-tent-if-i-would.ht
Weird, Victoria – it says the page does not exist.
Here is the link to Victoria’s poem:
WHY NOT? Sounds like a great idea to me!! Seems like this prompt is unlocking some cherished dreams. Thanks, Amy
I’m on a theme here, my second rebellious poem is as many days http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
So beautiful, Jeeves: “Rest the soothing moon in their anxious wings” is elegantly put.
Oh dear, I’m back in the naughty spam box again. It makes me feel unwanted and unwelcome!
you are wanted and welcome that’s why we take extra care and so tenderly scoop you out of the filter and set you on the ledge so you can dry your wings and flutter off back into the comments. :)
What is it about us Viv that is so attractive to spam? Third time for me.
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Beware the eyes of night… Lupus Luna
I am compelled to post this homage, the world has lost a great and humble man: Words of the Wizard
When I grow up….
You wished for weird and crazy! I have weird and crazy!
that moon jill saw (from here in upstate new york) was amazing!
here’s my poem for it:
Here’s mine: RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW
This is what came to me this week: the dilettante’s dream.
Here’s mine, based on a real experience:
Here’s what I wrote:
it’s already busy in the big tent! happy friday, everyone!
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I confess that I took all of my inspiration from Mary Oliver this week:
Life of Possibilities
The prompt made me think of what is important to me—
mine is short — but not too sweet.
be careful out there.
Here is a little “confessional” I put together…
Don’t know why, but I went blank on this. So I wrote Dream
jill’s prompt struck a nerve! a second poem from me here:
I really hate going to the doctor.
At first, I thought I’d done everything I have wanted to do. I’ve had many unexpected ‘adventures’ in life, lol. But then, suddenly the ONE thing I really wanted to do and haven’t came to me… here’s the link.
LOL — what a klutz. I posted my poem link on the prompt page. You all might want to remove it if you have time.
I wrote a poem on the prompt for the prompt…the moon.
Linda, considering all that’s up, this was totally unexpected. Lovely (I love all your work, but the “here and now” is the part that surprised me). Hope others log on to read it as well! Take care and keep on keepin’ on, Amy
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What is Hidden in Ourselves?. A prosepoem edit of something I wrote 5 years ago that shows I understand the question and implicitly reveals other selves that on occasion I’ve dared to be! ::grins::
Moon-inspired I think.
the moon is
I got carried away by the talk of full moon’s and werewolves:
Hair in unwanted places
I commented once, and it told me “service unavailable”
I said: you’ve really caught the spirit of this prompt. Bravo
And the word verification letters were: killy!
Mine is here – Thanks!
Who is this person? Certainly not you, not from what I’ve read, anyway! You are a daring woman…
The start-stop of this poem struck me. One step forward, the toe in the water and chickening out on the bellyflop into the pool! Nice poem.
Mine is outside of it:
I’m a little angry today: Having Been Denied
A different kind of letting go – and very well done. It was a mantra with me and my girl, “I didn’t burn my bra so you had to…” (fill in blank: Wear a dress instead of your tux to prom, conform with societal norms, play clarinet instead of drums because the teacher thought drums weren’t for girls…).
Sometimes you have to let it out, let it rip, rend the fabric. Well done. Amy
I really like that: the rage came through, and the defiance. You can calm down now.
While I was napping you walked into the shadows. But then, when I look out of the corner of my eye, in the periphery, I see a glimpse of you, and now I know where you are.
The curtain of déjà vu
Welcome to the Big Tent, Donald. Nice to see you here.
Thanks Deb. Haven’t written much lately, the squash, peas corn, and mosquitoes have demanded my time. Keep smiling.
Hello, hello circus-goers.
Here’s mine: Surgical Time Travel.
Now to read you all!
Love this. You really let go in the space/time continuum! Great imagination here, Deb. Thanks! Amy
Exciting, wonderful ideas to pursue. I enjoyed the rhyme and half rhyme, too.
Here is mine. I will post it right here:
Something I always wanted to do but never dared
Ever since I first heard about it
probably in high school, I wanted
to try skydiving. I have no idea why
this still draws me. I am generally
quite reticent about heights. Rickety stairs
clinging to the sides of old buildings,
wind-swept ledges, narrow ridges
even with stunning views, not for
me. Standing by the open door
waiting to leap sounds terrifying,
but skydiving itself sounds mystical
exhilarating beyond my world
and still, though most operators
would say I’m too old, I hear it call
as strong as ever. Perhaps
I have just always wanted to
open my wings and fly with the birds.
This is something I would never do, lol. But I much admire people that do. Oh, I would like to fly with the birds, though! Great poem!
isn’t that interesting how one aspect of heights can have allure and the others create fear? a great idea to try to capture!
For me it’s not height. It’s knowing a friend whose husband was a sky diving teacher and he died. My friend told me he always knew it would happen.
This is on my bucket list…really enjoyed you you think it will make you feel, and the last two lines are quite lovely.
Terrific line breaks in here! “would say I’m too old, I hear it call/ as strong as ever. Perhaps” in particular.
Mine is here: Coat rack, another poem combining both this prompt and the one at We Write Poems (their prompt was “doors” this week)
Adored this prompt! Thank you, thank you for such inspiration once again….
Left a comment for you. WOW – folks, don’t miss this one!
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OK, here goes. Those who know me understand it’s hard for me to break my tradition of being shy, reserved, and observant of all proprieties… (yeah, right!) Fun prompt, thanks!
Another Icarus poem with a difference.
” Sun Fried”
Here is my poem for the prompt – http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/06/05/the-perfect-golden-morning/
hi, uma! and hi, everyone!
this just came to mind while i visited your post and i thought i’d use it as an example. (hope that’s ok!)
in her post, uma links back to big tent poetry and that is soooooo helpful to us. (she also uses our logo, which is wonderful!)
circus-goers, though you don’t need to use the logo, please please please please please include a link back here to big tent poetry in your poem posts.
many of you are using “big tent poetry” as a tag or in your post titles (many shortening it to BTP) but the thing that really helps our community is when you type “big tent poetry” somewhere in your post and link it back here.
ok. thanks. begging done. commence poetry.
Anaïs: Under the big tent :step 3
I had those oiled stained bird images follow me and I was about to skip a prompt about a full moon. I was later able to connect the dots with this draft.
I listened to the Train Song — kinda like a siren song for hobo wanna-bes.
Terrific poem: full of rhythm, subtle rhymes and half-rhymes and words that pull the wanderlust to the surface.
Still in rebellious mode, I’ve posted another more or less off topic poem: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
You’ll need to scroll down to find my on-prompt poem.
(Fixed the link — missing a “d” in wordpress. :-) )
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/06/06/still-in-rebellious-mode/ Is the direct link.