Tag: prose poetry
member name: Brenda Clews
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August 08, 2006 12:07 AM EDT --
As the breeze plays the leaves like a wind chime, pushing back their pale milky undersides, the whole tree swaying, a dancer's arms held high, gently bending backwards and forwards, the leaves flipping . . .
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September 01, 2006 11:51 AM EDT --
Tonality of the moon. The deep listening to the speaking that is witheld in the voice. What hides in the silence that isn't silent. Where the gasp, retreat, plummeting. Clouds mull over the moon, concealing . . .
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September 12, 2006 08:53 PM EDT --
In the unfathomableness of what happens to us as we live our lives, the places where we are so profoundly jolted we can barely understand what the forward momentum should be if we are to remain free of, . . .
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January 07, 2007 02:24 PM EST --
Should I stay, or move on?
This question central in many facets of my life presently. Yet even the new vistas we explore become continuations of the old issues from which we cannot escape. The . . .
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March 11, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
This prose poem is dedicated to that magnifique intellectual and poet par excellence, John Walter. Who I'm in love with. Isn't every woman on Gather? Ahh... some of the lines in this piece came . . .
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November 02, 2009 05:29 PM EST --
Chthonic goddess of the greening earth. Wrinkled, like tree bark, painted, an exotic glade. Process, the recycling of Nature, life emerging from death. An organic art. The mask's fronds . . .
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September 13, 2006 06:38 PM EDT --
But today, mon cher, I am not good with words. I say what people already know.
Very dark brown hair, long, pulled back loosely with wisps softening around the face, I think. I've never seen her; . . .
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July 30, 2006 02:01 PM EDT --
...red spots develop under my cheeks, and as I powder them they become raised wheels, one on each side, which the thick powder whitens, six spokes, a central hub and an outer wheel, a relief scultpure . . .
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June 24, 2007 11:52 AM EDT --
Light catches diamonds in the fabric sewn in diagonal rows with a round disc of thread at each intersection. Discs that gleam like the sun at noon or during an eclipse, depending if the light is outside . . .
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August 08, 2006 09:24 PM EDT --
http://wordpainting.gather.com
Do you paint pictures with your words? Are you a writer who is an artist, photographer, filmmaker? Word Painting is a multi-media group.
Group Tags: drawing . . .
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September 26, 2006 09:38 PM EDT --
Retitled my latest prose poem:
Writings of 'Who'
I have no intention of leaving Gather, even if I find Blogspot's Terms of Service more 'author-friendly.' Gather is a vibrant and . . .
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January 05, 2007 12:13 PM EST --
There are words I must speak, though surely never will. You call me across the expanse. I kiss your eyelids. I lie over you softly, breathing with you. With each wave of breath, like seafoam, I cover you . . .
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August 15, 2006 11:57 PM EDT --
Hard couple of sweaty hours. Time, incorrigible, leaden. Like a rusted French crown.
Beer holes, bag moulds
thumbs
stuck on tacks.
Empty boxes
of styrofoam
caskets.
Leaned over the small cupboard, . . .
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August 16, 2006 10:35 PM EDT --
Updated: A recording of "A Day for Bastille"... high speed; dial-up.
See poem here.
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July 14, 2006 01:08 PM EDT --
I am at the door and they see me. Frightened I run up the white stairs, winding around. They are moving as a group in dark clothes across the tarmac, stark as knives in the glare of light. Their pleated . . .
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September 02, 2006 02:42 AM EDT --
A recording of Soundscapes, the Moon: DSL/Cable, or Dial-up.
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July 29, 2006 11:29 AM EDT --
Let go of the stability of knowing how to see, the molecules are dancing, big bundles of energy like rivers of colour and the jostling of air, where you can see wind currents by watching the way they move, . . .
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July 16, 2006 04:00 PM EDT --
Listen to a slightly earlier version of this prose poem (5min 4sec): highspeed; dial-up.
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Slipstream, oh the tangled garden
Furrow in the tree. Leaf flapping, a green flag. . . .
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July 10, 2009 12:58 PM EDT --
You can read the poem (and listen) to it here: Meridians of Culture .
Direct URL to the recording (Gather won't allow me to embed SoundClick's player): Meridians of Culture
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