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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Poem for RWP #113

The RWP #113 challenge is to get out of your poem rut with a run through a spring spa - follow a series of steps and end up with a poem not like the one you usually write. Follow the link to see what others wrote.

One Spoon

raspberry jam tops an English muffin half
bleeds into the honeycombed face
a tasty mound of crimson, wrapping old seeds,
waters my mouth as if in practice for
a harvest garden while winter rides roughshod
removing all color from my world until
all I find is a single spot of scarlet as the outer white
grows taller, stronger and more frigid and
in that world where cold has died,
red still seeps into the sand one drop at a time

Fractal created  in Apophysis.
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Anonymous said...

Your jam is a bit like the rwp splat. I like the "tasty mound...waters my mouth..practice for a harvest garden" sequence. The thought of summer in the midst of what seems like far too much winter this year.

anthonynorth said...

This goes from the simple to the very deep. Excellent.

Giggles said...

Loved it,took a great turn! Plus I now want an english muffin!! lol

Hugs Giggles

Paul Oakley said...


I love the way you use the image to signal hope that winter's barrenness is not eternal.

Loretta Markell said...

Thanks for visiting my blog. You are very knowledgeable in creating this as well as several other blogs. I will be following you. Wonderful poetry.

Cynthia Short said...

Very lovely...the beginning made me hungry!

Anonymous said...

The sound of it just rolls right out of the mouth when read aloud... wonderful description of the image and the metaphors that spring from it. Well done!

Anonymous said...

Love the honeycombed face...

rallentanda said...

This is very beautiful in its imagery as always and I do like your extended verse.Works very well!

mark said...


Great imagery...and I just finished a Blueberry Scone and wished I had an English Muffin instead...

I like your extended verse.

James said...

I love "in that world where cold has died."

This reminds me why I love English muffins with jam.

rob kistner said...

That was a truly mouth watering read -- and I always enjoy your digital art...

Zouxzoux said...

"a harvest garden while winter rides roughshod removing all color from my world until all I find is a single spot of scarlet "

Great lines. I really like the way you referenced color throughout this one.

Ann, Chen Jie Xue 陈洁雪 said...

I am afriad I just can't write poems. I LOl at myself when i had to teach my students.

I told them, just write what you feel like, throw the rules out of the window, What a radical teacher!!!

spiritsoflena said...

Great images. "winter rides roughshot"--that is too true!

Gattina said...

Very nice poeme !

EKSwitaj said...

Love the use of colors.

Wayne Pitchko said...

I like where this went....nicely done

Elaine Yim said...

A beautiful poem. Happy Valentine's Day!

Sepiru Chris said...

Hey Tumblewords,

Long time away for me, and look what I find on my venture back to the eworld.

Crimson magic.

Red ink, and corrective... ...as in, attitude adjusting.

This is a fabulous poem.

"a tasty mound of crimson"? Lovely, but not extraordinary.

But, followed up with "wrapping old seeds" and we are entering somewhere special, and my admission is costing me only time, which I always gladly spend visiting your, spinning, polishing, tumbling word smithing poetry blog. With pretty fractals thrown in, too, sometimes.

Now, Tumblewords, I have to admit that I stumble a bit at the "waters my mouth", even with the "as if in practice..." that follows. It seems forced.

But, hey, then I hit "removing all colour from my world (sorry, I look back, and up, and realize that I cannot help but use Canadian spellings) until"

and then

"all I find is a single spot of scarlet as the outer white"

And my socks are knocked off, flying into the next county. The next province, even. Which is reasonable as China borders me, these days.

And, Tumblewords, this is wonderful. Wonderful stuff.

Thank you for stepping out of your comfort zone. I love the new, too. (And I also love the poetry that you are more usually comfortable with.)

flaubert said...

The imagery is beautiful and succulent! I love it!


Irene said...

Delicious use of red.