Thursday, December 31, 2009

chain poem

please add a line on this emergent poem in the comment box... follow along after the last writer... if you want to see another example of a chain poem hit this link...
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post script (2 January 2010)

I would like to say thanks to everyone who stopped by in the last few days and helped out with this collaborative poem... it came together beautifully. Thanks to walking man, Mariana Soffer, human being, Echo, /t., Harlequin, Francis Scudellari, Cinnamon, Shubhajit, and Mike (I would encourage you to check out Mike's blog and the project he's started there... he's a new blogger and I'm sure he'd appreciate the visit). If you'd like to see the contributions from each of the writers, please see the comment box of this post. The poem as it stands now has been added below.

I'd also like to say thanks to BBC, Lynn, and Sorcerer for leaving thoughts as well. I'm all about the community and the interaction here in the blogosphere, and you guys make the biggest difference to me. Peace and best wishes to all...

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static and silence on the phone line
tracing wires, nothing broken found, I listen to the white noise whispers

it just draws space apart

so many lightening rods
buried underground

so many expectations
buried even deeper than the rods

but space is curved
distance is relative
who now where is what?

i know there's an alien
living in the phone lines
the static is
when he's crying
over some spilled electrons
and silence is
when he sits on the curve of space
waiting for us to speak...

crackle, pop, sputter
tickle
wait
something silent sounds

zzzzzt

[tk tkk... zzt]

//ffff.f...f

...a problem, houston

]]

... but as long as there is static and sound I can hope that I am not totally alone....

because the static may be
a language
I haven't yet learned

though it rings with more than noise in my ears, my heart knows its intent

my heart, heavy, knows it's sent...

And there is a black blood syllables would sound through lines,

And someone would come and blow the fury,

And one day it may sound not like someone but One

and then,
when the pause between
rings
seems to last
just a half breath too long,
you wait,
an eternity in an instant

and then, there is your voice and memory calls me back to my stake in things
when silence is broken

when static is cleared
and distant voices
bring a song together
in distant lands

29 comments:

Jon said...

static and silence on the phone line

the walking man said...

tracing wires, nothing broken found, I listen to the white noise whispers

Jon said...

it just draws space apart



so many lightening rods

buried underground

Mariana Soffer said...

so many expecations
buried even deeper than the rods

but space is curve
distance is relative
who now where is what?

Sorcerer said...

Happy New Year!!!

have a fantastic New year

Hope to see more of those lovely lines in the coming year in your blog :)

human being said...

i know there's an alien
living in the phone lines
the static is
when he's crying
over some spilled electrons
and silence is
when he sits on the curve of space
waiting for us to speak...




(ooops! we were supposed to add one line... my line dropped and was shattered...)
:)

Echo said...

crackle, pop, sputter
tickle
wait
something silent sounds

/t. said...

zzzzzt

[tk tkk... zzt]

//ffff.f...f

...a problem, houston

]]

BBC said...

Happy New Year... Be safe and sane this evening, whatever in the hell sane is.

Harlequin said...

... but as long as there is static and sound I can hope that I am not totally alone....

Francis Scudellari said...

because the static may be
a language
I haven't yet learned

Lynn said...

Happy New Year Jon. Just came by to say hi.

the walking man said...

though it rings with more than noise in my ears, my heart knows its intent

Cinnamon said...

my heart, heavy, knows it's sent...

Cinnamon said...

{*sorry to interrupt the flow but still chuckling at /t.'s contribution!*}

Shubhajit said...

And there is a black blood syllables would sound through lines,

And someone would come and blow the fury,

And one day it may sound not like someone but One

Shubhajit said...

Wish you a very happy new year. Sorry i made it three lines

mike said...

and then,
when the pause between
rings
seems to last
just a half breath too long,
you wait,
an eternity in an instant

Harlequin said...

and then, there is your voice and memory calls me back to my stake in things

Jon said...

when silence is broken

when static is cleared
and distant voices
brings a song together
in distant lands

Cinnamon said...

Awesome!

ANNA-LYS said...

sorry, can't hear very well
there is to much heavy snow
on the line ...


HAPPY NEW YEAR

hope You could hear that he he he

Jenny said...
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Jenny said...

Hi Jon,

Just popping in here to say Happy New Year/Decade.

I like the dynamic take on this poem.

The air feels pretty static at home at the moment due to overheated radiators. Hair and lighter textiles move ghostlike.

Word verification: feashers

Devin said...

Jon-I am sorry-I don't have anything to add-and I saw at least one other comment that didn't-I just wanted to say thanks to you for your wonderful writing/comments-and I hope you and the many other wonderfully talented people here have a beautiful 2010!!
wv=hingsy :-)

mike said...

thank you kindly for the plug, jon. :)

BBC said...

You need some camping trips.

JennyMac said...

This is awesome Jon!

mule said...

well its a new year and not only that. amazing what collaborative projects can do.