Poems on Elizabeth Bishop Seeking Honest Critique
#ElizabethBishop
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 6:46pm
13th Oct 2020 6:46pm
[ WotD ] Return of the Moth Woman
Abruptly waking on the wrong wing
of her chrysalis cot, Megalopygidae
is NOT having a good hair-day
I mean, just look at that bed-head!
Although ... everyone swears
our little, riding, hooded
moth-er carries more than a
scintilla of chinchilla
in those red, flannel genes
she wears to the liquor store
And soon, she will emerge
from the...
of her chrysalis cot, Megalopygidae
is NOT having a good hair-day
I mean, just look at that bed-head!
Although ... everyone swears
our little, riding, hooded
moth-er carries more than a
scintilla of chinchilla
in those red, flannel genes
she wears to the liquor store
And soon, she will emerge
from the...
#mother
#moon
#night #ElizabethBishop
#night #ElizabethBishop
636 reads
8 Comments
Magnetron
Poem Published
30th Sep 2020 5:13pm
30th Sep 2020 5:13pm
[ WotD ] Ode to Bishop's Filling Station
Rusted pump sentinels
protect garage doors;
pained broken windows
Station airy;
gutted tow truck
remains hydraulic hoisted
short on lubency
Lone daffodowndilly
begonia of a bygone era---
emerging from its bias
ply tired vase
Nature is back in business
protect garage doors;
pained broken windows
Station airy;
gutted tow truck
remains hydraulic hoisted
short on lubency
Lone daffodowndilly
begonia of a bygone era---
emerging from its bias
ply tired vase
Nature is back in business
#nature
#nostalgia
#ElizabethBishop
454 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
Little Exercise
( After Elizabeth Bishop )
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
#anxiety
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#ElizabethBishop
1522 reads
40 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 9:56am
27th Nov 2018 9:56am
fuel stop (filling station)
it was sitting on the state line
just a gas station with a grubby diner
overalls that could stand alone
the greeting of "aa won bee lonng"
I smothed my hair c'ause the hood was down
cheaked my look in the rear view mirr
his hands were manacured with oil
the thousand engines gears entrails
"hoodwy mam" said the missing teeth
and the ponytail so clogged with gease
my sun glasses I fold and put away
tosesterone can so betray
fuel needle on the red matched my blush
I pulled the hood and he cracked a smile ...
just a gas station with a grubby diner
overalls that could stand alone
the greeting of "aa won bee lonng"
I smothed my hair c'ause the hood was down
cheaked my look in the rear view mirr
his hands were manacured with oil
the thousand engines gears entrails
"hoodwy mam" said the missing teeth
and the ponytail so clogged with gease
my sun glasses I fold and put away
tosesterone can so betray
fuel needle on the red matched my blush
I pulled the hood and he cracked a smile ...
#ForbiddenLove
#ElizabethBishop
568 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
10th Nov 2018 8:16pm
10th Nov 2018 8:16pm
A Miracle for Breakfast ( Sestina, After Elizabeth Bishop )
The pot-belly stove was sultry with warmth
its iron-embered eyes dissipating
as we dressed in our old country kitchen
bleakly confined on that cold winter morn;
our stomachs rumbled as gangs from dire lack
our fieriness made frigid by icy drafts
Sly wooden cracks coerced the drafts
seducing the last of our warmth;
bare cupboards creaked with bitter lack
their miserly contents dissipating;
hope worked despite that wintry morn
miracles in our old country kitchen
We scoured that desolate country kitchen
for...
its iron-embered eyes dissipating
as we dressed in our old country kitchen
bleakly confined on that cold winter morn;
our stomachs rumbled as gangs from dire lack
our fieriness made frigid by icy drafts
Sly wooden cracks coerced the drafts
seducing the last of our warmth;
bare cupboards creaked with bitter lack
their miserly contents dissipating;
hope worked despite that wintry morn
miracles in our old country kitchen
We scoured that desolate country kitchen
for...
#winter
#humankind
#WritingPoetry #ElizabethBishop
#WritingPoetry #ElizabethBishop
1061 reads
15 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
5th Nov 2018 8:32pm
Villanelle Nr.12 — The Sacred Art Of Losing Well
Your villanelle intrigues him from the start
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
he reads it many times - he’s mesmerised -
it stokes desire to learn this sacred art
and teasing meaning from the poem’s parts
poetic prowess sensed and recognised
your villanelle intrigues him from the start.
He sees it’s not a case of being ‘smart’ -
disaster looms when trust is compromised
killing desire to learn a sacred art.
And though the final line looks off the chart
the mastery leaves...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
863 reads
14 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
4th Nov 2018 1:18am
4th Nov 2018 1:18am
[ CC ] Stranded
After a childhood spent
ailing
wailing
railing
she got busy living life
delighting
writing
sailing
When being shipwrecked
on a god forsaken rock
one must make due with what
the Universe gives you
but never settle for less---
there's always an endless supply
of abandonment's emptiness
issuing forth as if fountains
from us in volcanic spillings
of mountainous mole hillings
titanic; ships passing by
ignoring your...
ailing
wailing
railing
she got busy living life
delighting
writing
sailing
When being shipwrecked
on a god forsaken rock
one must make due with what
the Universe gives you
but never settle for less---
there's always an endless supply
of abandonment's emptiness
issuing forth as if fountains
from us in volcanic spillings
of mountainous mole hillings
titanic; ships passing by
ignoring your...
#loneliness
#ElizabethBishop
903 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2018 11:37pm
3rd Nov 2018 11:37pm
A Cold Spring (After Elizabeth Bishop )
Alabaster bones reflect
warmth of an obscure orb;
their pallid membrane dormant
- lacklustre of any verdure
Winter pursues first green
as gold, but she escapes -
her youthful diligence scattering
a surplus of burgeoning buds
in her wake;
tiny nubs, hardened as pearl-
moist, glistening in halflight
of compressed dew
I read once about Spring in Ohio;
the belly of a tulip engorged with snow
a slow death of sharp...
warmth of an obscure orb;
their pallid membrane dormant
- lacklustre of any verdure
Winter pursues first green
as gold, but she escapes -
her youthful diligence scattering
a surplus of burgeoning buds
in her wake;
tiny nubs, hardened as pearl-
moist, glistening in halflight
of compressed dew
I read once about Spring in Ohio;
the belly of a tulip engorged with snow
a slow death of sharp...
#animals
#spring
#nature
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
1228 reads
13 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
1st Nov 2018 7:00pm
1st Nov 2018 7:00pm
[ CC ] Filling Station Ode
Doily
clean
on table littered
with picturesque literatures
rarely read for the prose---
worn to point of page torn
comic books, dirty mags
and assorted pulpy rags
featuring ladies in pose
cheesecake to naughty
encouraging one to take
second looks
Doily
pristine
far from surreptitious---
a bit feminine for boys and men
who tinker on their tipped toes
toiling under automobile hood
soiling hands with oily black syrup
dripped upon...
clean
on table littered
with picturesque literatures
rarely read for the prose---
worn to point of page torn
comic books, dirty mags
and assorted pulpy rags
featuring ladies in pose
cheesecake to naughty
encouraging one to take
second looks
Doily
pristine
far from surreptitious---
a bit feminine for boys and men
who tinker on their tipped toes
toiling under automobile hood
soiling hands with oily black syrup
dripped upon...
#love
#women
#respect #ElizabethBishop
#respect #ElizabethBishop
608 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
1st Nov 2018 1:46pm
1st Nov 2018 1:46pm
Filling Station ( After Elizabeth Bishop )
Oil-ladened landscape
atop a filthy plot of concrete -
its native inhabitants
connoisseurs of grease;
their laborious toil rotates
lubricating worldly wheels
of cadillac sevilles and corvettes
You sought, found life beyond globular
molds of oil saturating cracks
across a dirty reality check;
Texas crude bubbling up, black gold --
except for the blue collar coveralls
stained with its blood
...
atop a filthy plot of concrete -
its native inhabitants
connoisseurs of grease;
their laborious toil rotates
lubricating worldly wheels
of cadillac sevilles and corvettes
You sought, found life beyond globular
molds of oil saturating cracks
across a dirty reality check;
Texas crude bubbling up, black gold --
except for the blue collar coveralls
stained with its blood
...
#identity
#beauty
#inspirational
#cars
#ElizabethBishop
976 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
29th Oct 2018 10:12pm
29th Oct 2018 10:12pm
At The Fish Houses ( After Elizabeth Bishop )
Necessity in death and dying;
its cold nature a hardened breast
of rocks nursing the evolution
of time and time gone by
Come the coastline in season
burning its way through glassy sand
shattered shards of granules
sinking beneath its watery breath
You remembered your mother
that Nova Scotian ice-rattle of lungs;
their spindly pinnacles dissolving
under arthritic air brittle with bone
You sit, serenading a seal
its interest lacking in...
its cold nature a hardened breast
of rocks nursing the evolution
of time and time gone by
Come the coastline in season
burning its way through glassy sand
shattered shards of granules
sinking beneath its watery breath
You remembered your mother
that Nova Scotian ice-rattle of lungs;
their spindly pinnacles dissolving
under arthritic air brittle with bone
You sit, serenading a seal
its interest lacking in...
#sea
#nature
#fish
#LifeAsAWriter
#ElizabethBishop
855 reads
19 Comments
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