Cento: Just a Little Nearer, Moon

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Moon over Wellington, New Zealand 2014

A Cento is a poem made up of lines from other poets.

 

Cento: Just a Little Nearer, Moon

 

In tense starlessness,

Tangled in the mast’s corded height,

Just a little nearer, moon.

The fossil virgin of the skies,

 

And ever changing, like a joyless eye.

When over the houses, a golden illusion.

All love to be out by the light of the moon.

The witches have a fire again.

Owls have cried.

 

Full moon rising on the waters of my heart;

Companion of the Earth. Her tender face,

The moon’s slow wonder with her hand.

After a thousand years.

Preventing shadow until the moon reveal

The song would be joyous, and cheerful the moon.

Moon! keep wide thy golden ears.

 

Softly, softly melted into the eve, the moon;

Sea and Sun; and I hear mystic carols in space.

From the raging moon I write.

Wish that I might fly out past the moon.

 

Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us.

Be dragged toward the word exotic with the force of a giant moon?

 

Benita Kape (c) 20.7.2019

 

Cento lines from the following poets: e.e. Cummings, T.E. Hulme, Amy Lowell, Mina Loy,

Percy Shelly, Wallace Stevens, Robert Louis Stevenson, Sara Teasdale, Edward Thomas,

Jean Toomer, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Leonie Adams, Robert Frost, Thomas Hardy,

John Keats,Yone Noguchi, Li Po, Dylan Thomas, Walt Whitman, Tusiata Avia.

Blood Moon - More space for poetry

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Moon in the Grass – Day 22

GloPoWriMo 2019

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

I often uplift photos my daughter sends me and write poems beside them. However, today I use a photo I took myself. I actually wrote this poem yesterday but find it fits.

My moon

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Lines on Cabbage – NaPoWriMo 2017 – Day eight – prompt: a poem with lines that repeat

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Lines on Cabbage

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I do not know if I go on

as I have begun

as I have begun

go on

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go on and on

I cannot

see the moon tonight

the moon tonight

I cannot see

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a blackbird

on the neighbour’s chimney

on the neighbour’s chimney

a blackbird

there was a blackbird

there was a blackbird

.

on the stove, I am cooking

onions noodles peas and carrots

onions noodles peas and carrots

and some cabbage

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lines on cabbage

please do not repeat

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Benita H. Kape © 8.4.2017

 Today’s prompt: And now for our (optional) prompt. Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word.

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