Memories, or: Over the moon’s gray scars

Poetry Partners #184

‘Happier’, a poem by Komaljeet Kaur of ‘flavoured poetry’

There is a day that wears out
tryna recall
memories
of gray shades
on the borderlands where midday moon was buried.
It excites, agitates, sedates
that sand princess
who rode over a unicorn to curse that
transparent night that hid the moon's scars.
Detention. Detainment. Dirt.
And now, I hide under the bed
and,
wail for the day when I met you.
"I was always mine
and never yours!"
The unicorn you found dead across white wheat fields
hasn't been buried yet.
The sand that grows near your feet
engulfed hundreds of rose petals alive.
Wine occasionally threatened me to death.
"If I was alive,
you were probably dead".
Sweetheart, you ought to be happier now.

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A found poem (sijo) by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

The filtration

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ out
⬛⬛⬛ recall
memories
of gray ⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ sedates
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛ rode over ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ I ⬛⬛⬛ under the bed
⬛⬛
wail ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ always mine
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛ unicorn ⬛⬛ found ⬛⬛⬛⬛ white ⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ buried ⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ your ⬛⬛
engulfed ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ rose ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
Wine ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ me ⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛ I was alive,
⬛⬛⬛⬛ probably ⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

The extraction

rose wine sedates memories; 
I recall your wail engulfed me; 
probably found buried alive 
under the bed as always; 
I rode that white unicorn of mine 
out over the moon's gray scars

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–Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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77 thoughts on “Memories, or: Over the moon’s gray scars”

abvr May 13, 202309:06 Reply

✍rose wine sedates memories; I recall your wail engulfed me; probably found buried alive under the bed as always; I rode that white unicorn of mine out over the moon’s gray scar✍
The rose wine distilled from the petals that the sand which grew?? engulfed, they gathered to be trampled. And I feel as if we are still in the the fermentation process, seperating the alcohol from the water. Maybe the consumer goes for a stronger label day after day to sedate the pain as the unicorn rides away.
All the same you gave us the crux of the matter in a theme song; the colour of grape.
1. ben Alexander May 13, 202320:08 Reply
  
  🧡🙏🏻 Abi 🙏🏻🧡 ~ thank you
  1. abvr May 13, 202320:27 Reply
    
    🧡🧡, I’m hearting
    But at different points of reading I was perplexed.
    I don’t even know if I got it
    Blame it on the masters and great poetry.
    The filtration process was also intricate. I couldn’t find the edge or trick why the blocks were stacked in that pattern
    I just can’t see it.
    1. ben Alexander May 13, 202320:46 Reply
      
      That’s one that I can answer.
      
      A ‘found poem’ simply means – pulling out words from another poem (or any text) that draw your eye and creating a new poem (of your own creation) with those words.
      
      So the black blocks simply represent all the words in the original poem by Komaljeet, which I did not make use of in my found poem.
      1. abvr May 13, 202321:00
        
        Wonderful
        I understand the found process
        But the method you used is awesome.
        It feels like you touch each word and you allowed your hands to feel the word. Marvelous chart, I really like what your eyes did there.
        Thanks for sharing these techniques of the trade.
        A poem within a poem.
      2. abvr May 13, 202321:04
        
        I meant to say
        You allowed your hands to read the word
abvr May 13, 202308:01 Reply

✍It excites, agitates, sedates that sand princess who rode over a unicorn to curse that transparent night that hid the moon’s scars.✍
Back – to – back, yes -to back, here is the story, the narrative unfolds
For me the incident or incidences watching the midday moon being buried, it/they stupefies, relaxes, relieves, alleviates but does it mitigate? Or quell?
The scars are there.
1. ben Alexander May 13, 202320:05 Reply
  
  💟 Abi 💟 ~ your interpretation is wonderful
  1. abvr May 13, 202320:19 Reply
    
    💟💟, thank you