Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Triolet : Four

You searched for me
I hoped for you
You wrote to see
You searched for me
Words are the key
Honesty, too
You searched for me
I hoped for you


  1. ... and another :)
    I am working on another piece of writing as well, a "fan fiction" fun thing from Jon's prompt at expressivesubjects; however, these triolets are also spinning around in my head, so here I am. I have done several of them with 10, 8, 6 and now 4 syllables per line... and I have a 3 and a 2 cooking... not sure I have a one syllable per line one in me... but I shall see what unfolds.

  2. working the formal structure certainly forces order to the thought. I believe that of you know the rules of a form of poetry then it becomes necessary to break them on occasion.

    The key being the knowing the form or the rules of the form.

    I like the searching for honesty in this piece

  3. Poetry for me, does not have walls, boundaries, rules, not even protocol. Prose is written by the soul, for the soul.

    It's what it does for you, not anyone else.

  4. I'm not sure who I'd ever hope for. But I'd like someone to search for me.

  5. Thanks, Andy-- I will see if I have one in me after all
    WM-- oh, yeah--- for sure, stretching a form is part of the fun and discovery
    Jimmy-- by the soul, for the soul.... lovely; I am exploring what this particular form is doing for me.... and then I set myself the challenge of the descending syllables. And may I say, you are expressive evidence of your own quite eloquent premises. ;)
    Derliwall-- glad you liked this one.I had someone in mind when I wrote it. :))
    Madame-- I have been searched for... and found; there is nothing like it... it is the most amazing gift. Thanks for the sentiment.