Group challenge – prompt kind o thing

Ok – here we go!!! Ready to break free of that winter stagnation and get down and write?

Use these following words (in any form) in some kind of poem – format determined by you…

twill
tea
coalesce
plural

Words were chosen by this site – I selected the 3rd, 5th, and 8th word (noun, verb,adjective)

The theme is (of course) make it sensual, romantic, or both…

Bonus points to the challenge – record your version.Β  I would like permission to make some kind of audio mashup of the poems once they are done. πŸ™‚

101 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. billgncs
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 02:03:46

    would this make us groupies ?

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  2. deadpoetdormis2
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 02:09:02

    we’re like a twill pattern
    a sine wave in motion
    you going one distinct way
    me heading in parallel
    but always just one road over
    somewhere we’ll coalesce
    as if strokes of a dutch master
    it’s written down, it has to be
    like the plural meaning of my lines
    and the way you say
    ‘coffee, tea, or me’
    without breathing a word…
    (Copyright 03-20-13) deadpoetdormis2

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  3. Jim Cox
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 03:41:34

    1. Coalesce is a bitch
    2. My first attempt didn’t take sensual or romantic into account. Thus the second attempt:

    1. Seeped through coarse twill cloth
    Coalesced from many brews
    Plural sips of tea

    2. Plural soft kisses
    Tea colored skin on twill cloth
    Coalesced passion

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  5. Peripatetic Eric
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 04:05:20

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  6. billgncs
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 04:33:29

    not quite a haiku — a noku

    tea leaves to read a heart
    coalesce bare torn twill strands
    no plural in one voice

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  7. Whimsy Mimsy
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 04:45:56

    My “entry” – a haiku sonnet
    (voice will come tomorrow…)

    we coalesce

    predicated by
    tea leaves spattered across
    fine white porcelain

    that mirror freckles
    dappled like coffee against
    your translucent skin

    it was fated our
    plural voices coalesce
    into one soft cry

    woven together
    as if twill – my warp your weft
    intimately twined

    as whispers begat murmurs
    sheets sigh in the night

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  8. sustainabilitea
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 15:33:03

    I wasn’t sure where we were supposed to post these, so I’ll post on Poet’s Corner, too, at on my blog at some point. Haven’t done one of these before, but here’s my entry.

    Twill sleeve
    brushes my cheek
    as I pour your tea.
    Love and desire
    coalesce like the condensation
    on the china lips of the teacups
    The plural heats of tea and summer
    kiss you.

    I follow their example
    while the scent of jasmine
    wafts gently through the still air.

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  10. johnnycrabcakes
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 18:53:32

    Crap…time got away…is there a deadline? I won’t be able to get to it till the weekend….

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  13. angieinspired
    Mar 23, 2013 @ 17:07:17

    You lecture me in your tightly ribbed twill
    on the plural entendres of Shakespeare and love,
    yet I hardly recognize you when I spill you like tea
    sticky and sweet as our bodies coalesce.
    I love it that I can instruct you.

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  14. Alice Keys
    Mar 23, 2013 @ 19:58:00

    Mimsy. It took me a couple days to get back to this. I’ll post it here for now. (Unless you wish else). Reading okay with me as would be “mashup”. But no idea how to post a voice recording and would like to know. My blog doesn’t seem to support voice unless I buy something else. Suggestions? Thanks. This was FUN. Alice

    I breathe among
    old clothes abandoned
    your bedroom closet

    raw howling nights
    empty arms twisted
    dangling wrinkled legs

    clutch myself close
    soft twill khaki pants
    faded tea-stained shirts

    silk wedding tie
    knotted throat binding
    death dreams coalesce

    empty plural
    misery opens
    cavernous longing

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    • Whimsy Mimsy
      Mar 23, 2013 @ 22:02:20

      I love it! It’s soo SAD though!

      How I do a spoken post –
      I made a free account at soundcloud.com. You can speak into your computer mic, an external mic, or I use the one on my phone. I record via my phone and upload, but you can do it straight to the website too. Then after you’ve finished, there is a share button on the soundcloud that gives you as a choice wordpress – I embed it (instead of just the link), so just copy the code and paste it into your text box on here. πŸ™‚

      Message me if you get started and have issues. I’d love to hear yours!

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    • Susan L Daniels
      Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:26:42

      Alice, I love this. Check out sound cloud, which is what I use when I have access to a mic that works.

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      • Alice Keys
        Mar 24, 2013 @ 20:55:41

        WOOHOO. Got it to work on Soundcloud. Now I want to read everything. Well. Maybe not today. Long list.;-)

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        • Whimsy Mimsy
          Mar 24, 2013 @ 21:20:58

          I’m glad! Isn’t it awesome when a new door of expression opens up? I love the difference in reading something vs hearing it. Just spins my thoughts in new directions. πŸ™‚

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          • Alice Keys
            Mar 24, 2013 @ 22:21:19

            A woman featured my poetry on her podcast recently. Hearing my words in her voice was heavenly. It made my poem come to life in a new way for me. Hearing my words read in my own odd lifetime compilation of accents is another kind of life for my words. I like this too. I can’t wait to see/hear what you make from your collection. Thanks for the challenging words. I was sure I couldn’t write a thing from them. FUN.

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            • Whimsy Mimsy
              Mar 24, 2013 @ 22:24:43

              πŸ™‚ I used a word generator to be sure that I didn’t “cheat” and pick words that I was thinking up something with already.

              I’m waiting for shackled and JCC to turn me in something spoken, then I’m going to see what I can come up with. πŸ™‚ I keep hearing it in my head like a medley of voices, each telling bits of their story in turn. πŸ™‚

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              • Jim Cox
                Mar 24, 2013 @ 22:35:53

                It’s funny that my initials are JCC as well.

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                • Whimsy Mimsy
                  Mar 24, 2013 @ 22:37:29

                  πŸ™‚ LOL you could read it too – I’ll wait for yours as well. πŸ™‚ Another writer is Johnny CrabCakes – so JCC for short. )

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                  • Jim Cox
                    Mar 24, 2013 @ 22:39:28

                    I can’t read, I’m illiterate.

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                    • Whimsy Mimsy
                      Mar 24, 2013 @ 22:41:07

                      well good – when I said read, I really meant speak it into a mic (no reading needed) … πŸ™‚

                    • Jim Cox
                      Mar 24, 2013 @ 22:43:42

                      I’m not sure I know how. But perhaps I can figure it out or you could tell me.

                    • Whimsy Mimsy
                      Mar 24, 2013 @ 22:47:17

                      I use soundcloud.com online and free. IF you have a mic on your computer you can just speak into it straight to the website. I use my phone as a mic, then upload to soundcloud from there. (well email it to myself then upload – I had to do a workaround). Then there is a share button on soundcloud- I choose wordpress embed (not the link) and it gives me code to paste into my text box that puts a nice little player into my post.

    • Susan L Daniels
      Mar 25, 2013 @ 00:01:01

      Now, that’s an irresistible challenge.

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      • Whimsy Mimsy
        Mar 25, 2013 @ 00:07:11

        The Dr. Suess? LOL Ok…If you wanna post it up, please do! I have deadlines that I’ve procrastinated on now for too long, so I’m tied up with them for a bit before I can play. (MOM…I don’t WANNA do my homework…)

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        • Susan L Daniels
          Mar 25, 2013 @ 00:09:33

          LOL, oh, I know. I spent all day writing a report, myself. Ugh. Will let it sit for a day or two, and cook something up. But we all have brains in our heads and feet in our shoes…(my favorite Seuss line of all time, there).

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          • Whimsy Mimsy
            Mar 25, 2013 @ 00:13:49

            I’m behind on everything. Conference proceedings due midnight tomorrow (but to my adviser tonight). Article due to a journal by April 5th. Poster to be printed by April 15th. Analysis for said poster before it can be printed…UGH. Plus the general work, life, kids, and dissertation to finish πŸ™‚

            I’m in – I love Dr. Suess…

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      • Alice Keys
        Mar 25, 2013 @ 00:33:33

        It is. Write one and speak it.

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  15. Susan L Daniels
    Mar 24, 2013 @ 02:49:20

    Oh, I am SO in! Linking back, and at that point I will read what everyone else put together.

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  17. Susan L Daniels
    Mar 24, 2013 @ 03:14:54

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  19. Alice Keys
    Mar 24, 2013 @ 20:49:28

    GOT IT! YAY! Thanks so very much for setting me free to add reading to my blog. It’s up. I changed one word in my poem. Reading it over and over to record made a new word necessary. Alice

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  20. oneofaclass
    Mar 24, 2013 @ 21:07:46

    we twill down our tea
    as plural thoughts coalesce
    hot desires in sync

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  21. Cranux
    Mar 26, 2013 @ 15:17:57

    She leaned forward,
    touching the soft caress of her fingers
    to the coarse scales of skin
    on the backside of my hand,

    β€œThis is not how we drink tea.”

    I’m more of a beer before bed,
    coffee when the cock crows
    kind of guy, sort of a fancy
    way to say, I chug.

    β€œWhen we sip, we allow the flavor
    to coalesce into the moment.
    You drink like the weight a warm
    bar stool, or a job that won’t wait,”

    her voice full of fluttering trill,
    like a lonely bird searching
    for a harmony to her melody.

    My voice is more akin to rum stained twill,
    pressed to a lonely trawler looking
    for seltzer and a napkin.

    β€œI didn’t invite you here to drink alone,
    alone and in a hurry, with no place to go.
    I invited you here to be,
    to be with me,” sang she,

    hovering ever closer to the staleness
    of my breath, the moistening of my lips,
    the reddening of my face, the oh of my heavens . . .

    her breath is sweet, like a melody
    reminding me of a song I used to hear
    when loneliness only happened
    to other people, never me,

    but I can taste the fear on her lips,
    the fear that this moment is no longer
    a lingering hope of hers, no longer
    a forgotten song from my youth,
    that starting now and ever longer,
    the moment is about us, plural.

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  23. dream interpretation
    Mar 30, 2013 @ 07:08:38

    I need to to thank you for this good read!! I definitely enjoyed every
    little bit of it. I have got you book marked to check out new
    stuff you post…

    Reply

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