Penelope Connor — ink girl poet
An anonymous fellow poet shared his sexy work with me a few weeks ago; I’m thrilled to share his words here.
Sunbeams have touched
Where my lips desire
And left their marks
For me to pyre
Connecting the dots
In a lover’s game
Freckles of fire
Calling my name.
I kiss you here
And kiss you there
The lustful sun
Has shown me where
Funny how spots
Made from a star
Makes me wander
And go so afar
-XX 2015
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Significance on the Wind
such a cold Wednesday
windy, dark and gray
in March
so a curious jay
perched in fine display
o’er arch
pale pastel bouquet
sent it’s scent my way
a larch
———-
(for Emy)
(provided words: curious, Wednesday, pastel, significance)
@ConnorPenelope on Instagram
POETIC FORM:
lai – 9-line poem or stanza that uses AB rhyme with this pattern: AABAABAAB. A lines use 5 syllables, B lines have 2.
Sea Nymph
She dances with dolphins.
With glee, she skips and grins under
a sky bright with wonder.
She does not fear thunder or rain.
She dances through her pain.
She knows the sun, again will shine.
The hurt cannot define
her dance. She’ll be just fine. She spins.
———-
(for Deborah-Anne)
(provided words: dolphins, sunshine, rain, thunder)
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POETIC FORM:
luc bat – (vietnamese “six-eight”) Alternating lines of 6 and 8 syllables. The rhyme scheme renews at the end of every 8-syllable line and rhymes on the 6th syllable of both lines: xxxxxA, xxxxxAxB, xxxxxB, xxxxxBxC, xxxxxC, xxxxxCxD, xxxxxD, xxxxxDxE. No set length or subject matter.
I watch storm clouds darken the sky
through my kitchen window pane as
far-off lightning tingles across my skin
my teacup cools on the tablecloth
and my pencil skitters over this page
the paper is old, so old, smells of ocean
of starfish and barefooted souls
dancing with unicorns and hippos
in the branches of ancient trees
my skittish thoughts dance their jig
and I can’t keep trying to wrangle words
that won’t queue on a parched, yellow page
perhaps the hour has come for waltzing
for slipping off shoes in the sea-grass
to dance with the wind in a nonsense rain
—–
(for Em)
(provided words: lightning, hippos, unicorns, old old paper, ancient trees, barefooted souls, starfish, kitchen tables and tea)
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(for Charlotte)
(provided words: sea, bird, smile, sing, story)
@ConnorPenelope on Instagram
You stare into my eyes a little too much,
I am a wildfire — and you may well be
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POETIC FORM: CENTO
A poem composed of lines from other poets’ poems.
(http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetic-form-cento)
THANK YOU TO – #poetsofinstagram:
@ntrldisaster, @romance_blows, @soulsandstardust, @ghoshbaba, @a.cup.full.of.poems, @inthegardenwild, @vav.ava, @imlightbulb, @momentsgone91221, @craig.t.rudge, @highpoetssociety, @papercrumbs, @wanderlustpoet, @tdj.poetry, @jbsuperman
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I’ve made an incantation of your name,
whispered it softly on a spring warm wind.
My body aches, cries for your weight again.
I’ve conjured raging storms to bring you in.
Winter has kept us two lovers estranged.
I’ve made an incantation of your name.
I’ve watched the skies, I’m waiting for a change.
I’ve raised my trembling hands within the henge.
My beating heart won’t slow its frantic pace.
My shuttered eyes are haunted by your face.
I’ve made an incantation of your name.
Tell me are gathering clouds my saving grace?
Just why my soul wants yours I can’t explain.
I’m twisted on the wind, a weather vane.
You make me sigh aloud and pray for rain.
I’ve made an incantation of your name.
———-
@ConnorPenelope on Instagram
POETIC FORM: Quatern – 16 lines broken into 4 quatrains. Each line has 8 syllables. 1st line is refrain. In 2nd stanza, refrain appears in 2nd line; 3rd stanza, 3rd line; 4th stanza, 4th (and final) line. No rhyme scheme.
One of my long distance lovers has taken to writing poetry, in an effort to connect with me. He’s a math-brained, smart and nerdy kind of fellow — which I find incredibly sexy –and I adore him very much. I’ve previously featured his work here, and here.
I am intrigued by the way he approaches poetic forms, first the shardorma, fitting syllables into structured lines with care. I’ve been sending him new forms to try, like the tanka and the cinquain. He recently told me he’s come up with his own formula, and likes it very much.
There are five lines per stanza, with a break-line between each stanza. Not only can you read straight through, but each line of a stanza also forms a stanza for a secondary poem when combined with the corresponding lines of the stanzas that follow — first lines of each stanza are combined, as are lines two, three, four and five, to form a separate poem:
Two of his examples are featured here, in a form I’ll call accountant-poetry:
POEM 1
You see
kind and loving,
handsome blue-eyed mann
noble, strong, protective and smart —
your love.
Every facet is me.
I see
mediocre,
average man,
polyamourous and rebuilding —
a man.
Every facet is me.
They see
adulterer,
bearded wife-betrayer,
unjust, weak, neglectful and rash —
a fool.
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SECONDARY POEM:
you see
I see
they see
kind and loving
mediocre
adulterer
handsome blue-eyed man
average man
bearded wife betrayer
noble, strong, protective and smart
polyamourous and rebuilding
unjust, weak, neglectful and rash
your love
a man
a fool
every facet is me
every facet is me
—–
POEM 2
yes Sir
gift of service
to give of body, mind, soul
a longing to be of service
good girl.
Service is the strength to surrender but not be lost to another.
my girl
need and want meet
to focus loves and lusts
we share the two sides of a coin
I lead
Leadership is bending one’s wants to another’s boundary.
collar
want obedience
to protect and nurture
a need to be followed
Sir’s pride
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SECONDARY POEM:
yes Sir
my girl
collar
gift of service
need and want meet
want obedience
to give of body, mind, soul
to focus loves and lusts
to protect and nurture
a longing to be of service
we share the two sides of a coin
a need to be followed
good girl
I lead
Sir’s pride
Service is the strength to surrender
but not be lost to another.
Leadership is bending one’s wants
to another’s boundary.
candle flame beckons
on the window sill
to the full moon
perched in the tree
bathing bare
in the mirror of light
I whisper to her
my questions
she folds me
in wings of darkness
smiling silent answers
———-
@ConnorPenelope on Instagram
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