Here’s how it works. Add to this collective poem by contributing a next line in the comments section. And so on and so forth. Let’s see what we can create together. See the first group masterpiece below. When we have a few worthy poems we may try sending one to the Jackson Hole Review for publication.
Furious Sufi flings sparks of dreaming things (contributed by Sidney Woods)
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Susan Marsh, Dave Delgardo, Patricia Jean Johnson, Brenda Scheil, Suellen Carlisle, Melissa Slaughter, and babbit. (Names listed in order of appearance in the final poem).
The tone of the poem is so still and peaceful due to the falling, the taking in of air to stir dreams and needs being pressed into earth, yet the word choices have a rigidity and strength – upright, mane, crystallized, liqourish, sap, soldier, furious flame. This poem almost has a smell to it. Then we see an evergreen, horses and soldiers standing together as similes… so for the juxtaposition we will call it:
Quiet Pride
Like horses the winter firs sleep upright on their feet
And shake their manes to loose the gathered snow
that falls to earthen ground below.
With nostrils flared they breathe in crystallized air
and dream the liquorish scent of summer sap.
Like soldiers they stand with straight backs and tall,
pressing their need in fertile dervish for summers furious flame.
