Fertile animal, or: Wild berry

My fourth ‘Magnetic Poem’

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moist path between boughs 
fertile animal eating
wild berry gently

Notes

  • This particular ‘Magnetic Poem’ takes the form of a haiku;
  • I opted for the ‘Nature Poet’ magnet set for the first time.
    • Flora and fauna are not in my poetry wheelhouse at all;
    • Therefore, I now intend to regularly make use of the ‘Nature Poet’ virtual magnet set to challenge myself again and further broaden my repertoire.

The truth is poetry, or: is it?

A response to Lia

by David ben Alexander

The truth is
I am throbbing
inside of you right now

The truth is
your lips quiver
to my pounding meter

The truth is
you are swollen 
gushing with our verses

The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘a conversation’ prompt.

d’Verse prompted us to look back over the last year; choose a poem that calls to us; and write a response to that.

I selected a poem by my friend Lia- ‘The truth is’ because I love the idea of a poem manifesting itself in a body that can enflame our hottest, fiery passions.

Below is Lia’s poem, which my poem responds to:


The truth is

by Lia

The truth is 
I always want to be with
your poem’s body

The truth is
I always need
the poem inside of me

Love, Marriage, or: Both

‘Synesthesia’ – a d’Verse prompt

My lime for you beryls with deep pine
I coral to salmon your puce
Your yellows both amber and chrome me
Your bice leaves me verting for spruce

The teals of your blues, they cobalt me 
I can't help but rose at your flush
There are kelly and coal in your sable
That leave me aplum and ablush

Please mauve me to perse at your ginger
Bister me to chestnut your green
My brick is now flaming vermilion
And my pearls glow bright aquamarine 

If I can't pea with you-- I'll go apple
My azures for you burn sapphire 
I'm sure ivory will soon saffron me...
For you've set my whole palette afire

The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘Synesthesia’ prompt.

This d’Verse writing challenge is to incorporate music in our poem from the perspective of a synesthete, to write a song filled with colors.

God, or: Darwin

Think those thoughts
Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot 
Those that cause you to remember
Smoking white hot ember

Still your flesh your mind and your heart hurt through it
Your sweet wet heat like steaming moisture
Burning yet again to do it
Home, but really you are there
In fancies and fantasies 
Drowning in your memories 
Pulsing, fragile sanity 

Why can't you ever forget it
Why can't you just let it go
Why can't you stop sweating
It's all you know

Can't but

Think those thoughts
Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot
Those that cause you to remember
Smoking white hot ember

Think those thoughts
Those that leave you all twisted in knots
Even in dark December
Smoking white hot ember

So hot blooded
Ruled by primal passions
The fire just won't go out
Ember refuses to burn to ashes
Glowing, your skin is flushing
Heart behind ribs hard pounding
Breath, excited fast and short
Heavy beating that's sounding

Why can't you ever forget it
Why can't you just let it go
Why can't you stop sweating
It's all you know

Can't but

Think those thoughts
Those that make you flush and feel oh, hot
Those that cause you to remember
Smoking white hot ember

Think those thoughts
Those that leave you all twisted in knots
Even in dark December
Smoking white hot ember