Thursday, May 08, 2008

changling-----Totally Optional Prompt/Patchwork Poetry



the distorted shell broke-
without the hardened, tough, exterior
yolk flowed out with no direction
changing into a yellowing flower
minus the sweet smell but a stink
my hand reached out to pick it
when the slimy wetness touched it
with repugnance, I drew back
A tiny bird flew out of my head
leaving me with the following thoughts
"untamed is the symmetry of our mind’s tigers"
these lonely days of blue
has resulted in a demented state
no wonder I had cut you with the bitter blades of what
I think, is deep hatred for your changling state

"the same state I had once proudly possessed in myself"

Patchwork Poetry done by taking lines from Paisley, lirone, lissa and writerwoman, in that order!

17 comments:

Noah the Great said...

I really like this!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

taking lines from somewhere else and putting them in a poem? interesting thought and you did a wonderful job!

Stan Ski said...

I guess we all change, and not always into something we like

Gemma Wiseman said...

What a fascinating overlay of changing ideas.

Gemma

paisley said...

more often than not,, what we despise in other people,, is what we secretly find ever so distasteful in ourselves..

Anonymous said...

Love the yellowing flower

anthonynorth said...

I think Paisley got it about right. We hate our mirror image.

Anonymous said...

Gee, Tami, I hope after all that you cooked it. :-)

Josephine- said...

Interesting technique, I love the changing texture of the words here.

L said...

this was very good.

polona said...

this says much about change and reluctance to it...

writerwoman said...

Very interesting imagery in this one.

Anonymous said...

I like the surreal quality of the bird coming out of the narrator's head after touching the yolk. The description of the yolk is also very vivid. Wonderful symbolism.

x said...

Funny at first and then creeps into...demented. Eery.

lissa said...

I like it though it sounds eerie to me

Andy Sewina said...

I love the image 'a tiny bird flew out of my head'

Annie Jeffries said...

Omigosh!! How this Works.