Maker Mark

 

Begging puppy, for

undying passionate urge,

inviting me in

is boiling until melting

but never melding into.

 

Moon, I wax and wane.

Sun, you rise and set me down

with sacrificial

veins full of unfulfilled light

pawing at the dark for change.

 

You offer too much

inviting me here to dine.

This life you’d die for,

I try to extinguish with

sunglasses and long clothing.

 

This sleep I wake for

is liquid brick, blender pulsed;

is conflagration,

a black death life can’t forget;

the pale life death cannot keep.

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FLUID LIGHTER (next draft)

 

Odd, he.

Turned early, he.

Some go dark, some go better than.

Some go rage with fever;

heat go blister air head under

or breath burn, pulse flame.

Heartbeat blaze air

touch wrist,

touch chest, he.

Smolder turtle collar he

hydrate sky

with torch tongue one drink he

make wind free from wrinkle

or

arid, acrid, bitter,

cry lemons he

sulfuric acid pee.

Odd, he turn early.

Some turn later go glee,

some turn dark.

Some come and go, he

go and stay.

Far gone, he;

well slept, we.

Tanka!

 

I have only recently been exposed to speculative -sci-fi, fantasy, horror- poetry so I can’t say I have read a ton of it. I have read enough to know that there are some quality authors writing in the genre and plenty of good pieces to overshadow the horrifically bad ones (as with every other genre).

In my introduction to the wealth of speculative poetry (past and present), I saw a huge selection of haiku (affectionately called scifaiku). Now as much as I love brevity and minimalism, I couldn’t help the overwhelming sense that the haiku was just not long enough. That is when I was reacquainted with it’s long form, the form from which it originated, the tanka.  http://thewordshop.tripod.com/asian/Japan/tankadef.html

I have been sucked into the form and have started trying my hand at writing them, They Not After You, Yet being one of them, in the speculative genre. I’ve even begun a longer poem consisting of multiple stanzas, each being a tanka, that I will post soon.

FLUID LIGHTER

Odd, he.

Turned early, he.

Some go dark, some go better than.

Some go rage with fever;

heat go blister air head under

or breath burn, pulse flame

blaze air touch

wrist, he

chest, he.

Smolder turtle collar he

hydrate sky

with torch tongue one drink he

make wind free from wrinkle

or

arid, acrid, bitter,

cry lemons he

sulfuric acid pee.

Odd, he turn early.

Some turn later go glee,

some go dark.

Too far gone, he.

Far go stay, he.

Gone.

Now well slept, we.

Greetings

Hello.

If you are visiting this blog  it is most likely by invitation. This has been set up as a way of keeping track of poetry and notes for what may well be my first collection called ‘Xtraordinary’.  This is planned to be a collection of  poems in the realm of subjects typically dealt with in the world of comic books and graphic novels. Poetry about super powers (heroes and villains), science fiction, fantasy, horror, and just all around odd happenings (real or imagined). I don’t have a blueprint, and I’m just getting started on it,  but that’s what this blog is for: notes and such. I wanted a safe and secure way of storing this data that could be easy to access, adjust, and share as I am not sure that this has been done before. I do know that some of the associations in this poetry will be loose and/or abstract.  I also want some of the poems to reflect the fantastical perception of normal events in the eyes of an overactive imagination. I’d like to deal with some of the subject matter in a subtle or gentle fashion at times to keep the work more on the accessible side. I’d like for a larger amount of people to extract meaning and relevancy than most of the sci-fi poetry I’ve read; and to leave some of the more super power leaning work able to be enjoyed by those left underexposed to the magic of comic books.

I  welcome all comments and criticism for these works in progress and may just post them in their final (ish) drafts for public consumption.

Thanks for participating.

HINES.