Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Remote
Shelter
Digital
Breathe
Distance
It is easier to breathe
at a remote distance—
in my digital shelter,
for instance.
-James B. Moog
“Life is freedom. Freedom is the fundamental principle of life. That is the boundary – between freedom and slavery, between inanimate matter and life.” Vassily Grossman, Life and Fate
Friday, April 24, 2020
Thursday, April 23, 2020
WUSTL Life-Lines (4/23/20)
Today’s prompt
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Aspen
Shadow
Fever
Hidden
Promise
Aspen now hidden.
A promise of fever
Lingers like a shadow.
-James B. Moog
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Aspen
Shadow
Fever
Hidden
Promise
Aspen now hidden.
A promise of fever
Lingers like a shadow.
-James B. Moog
Poems submitted for April 23
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
WUSTL Life/Lines (4/20/20)
April 20
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Breath
Last
Rage
Close
Fortune
“Rage-Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus’ son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses.”
King Agamemnon held his fortune too close, his pride doubly cursing his great fighters’ their bodies made carrion.
Apollo, son of Zeus and Leto, incensed by the dishonorable treatment of his priest by mortal Agamemnon,swept a fatal plague through the army that spread upon man’s own breath.
Man killing Rage flowed through Achilles’ blade as well, driving it toward his King but Pallas Athena appeared before him beckoning caution.
Wise men fear the Gods and Achilles stayed his rage and returned to his men at last.
Poems submitted for April 20
Friday, April 17, 2020
WUSTL Life-Lines (4/17/20)
Prompt
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Soft
Glass
Honey
Gust
Rest
Glass
Honey
Gust
Rest
A wanderer, though still
I might rest
but for the cold gust
hard against my skin, now
cracking like glass.
I might rest
but for the cold gust
hard against my skin, now
cracking like glass.
Oh, to reside forever
in halcyon fields where
the wind flows sweet
and soft like honey…
in halcyon fields where
the wind flows sweet
and soft like honey…
— James B. Moog
Poems submitted for April 17
Thursday, April 16, 2020
WUSTL Life/Lines (4/16/20)
Prompt
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Sunlight
Ceiling
Nostalgia
Bleak
Mother
Ceiling
Nostalgia
Bleak
Mother
Faust's Dream
The passageway is bleak,
the ceiling low—far
below sunlight.
“Follow it down,
’twill lead you to the Mothers.”
Beyond nostalgia:
delight in what exists no more
and yet waits to be.
the ceiling low—far
below sunlight.
“Follow it down,
’twill lead you to the Mothers.”
Beyond nostalgia:
delight in what exists no more
and yet waits to be.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
WUSTL Life/Lines (4/15/20)
Prompt
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Silent
Oxygen
Truth
Dedication
Owl
Oxygen
Truth
Dedication
Owl
The truth is hidden
like the legs of an owl
and silent
like oxygen.
like the legs of an owl
and silent
like oxygen.
It takes some dedication...
— James B. Moog
ALSO
ALSO
A silent moonlit dance.
against the silhouette
of an owl’s desire
against the silhouette
of an owl’s desire
Behold its prey, straining
for oxygen, in dedication
to its own truth.
for oxygen, in dedication
to its own truth.
— James B. Moog
Poems submitted for April 15
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Theory of Color
In the Winter of 2016, my omonim[1]
visited me
And my Korean fiancé, her
daughter, Emily
To plan our wedding ceremony,
Eagerly anticipating our
matrimony.
Before going to dinner one night,
We visited a Merdardo Rosso
exhibition.
Illuminated by interactive light,
My omonim insisted, love creates
the aesthetician.
I think back often to what she
said:
Indeed, True Relations clarify.
Now, I find myself well-wed,
And wise enough to never dare
defy
My wife or her mother
In the least
With no one above her
I am allowed celestial peace.
Returning to Ol’ Rosso,
I enjoyed his plasters most oscuro,
Supported only by dusky luminescence
While his works in wax seemed
incandescent.
-James B. Moog
WUSTL Life-Lines (4/14/20)
April 14
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Gift
Fall
Brief
Still
See
Fall
Brief
Still
See
Send us your poem via our Submissions page or post on Twitter or Facebook using the hashtag #lifelines.
I submitted a haiku this time:
Spring’s gifts are so brief.
Still, I long to see Summer,
Fall, and Winter too…
-James B. Moog
And another poem:
The fruit of knowledge,
overripe, a gift
of gravity after
a brief fall.
We see only
the necessary.
overripe, a gift
of gravity after
a brief fall.
We see only
the necessary.
-James B. Moog
Monday, April 13, 2020
WUSTL Life-Lines (4/13/20)
Prompt
Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.
Star
Stairway
Memory
Hour
Light
Stairway
Memory
Hour
Light
***
a pathway of pebbles at night,
memory’s labyrinth of light
reaches a dark star
through an hour ajar
and a heretical power
ascends subterranean
staircases to the heart.
memory’s labyrinth of light
reaches a dark star
through an hour ajar
and a heretical power
ascends subterranean
staircases to the heart.
— James B. Moog
Many thanks to Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo who did me the great honor of surprising me with a Spanish translation which I prefer greatly to the original English:
la luz laberíntica de la memoria
rebasa a la estrella oscura
de esta hora entreabierta.
Entonces una fuerza herética
asciende las escaleras sumergidas
que dan directo a nuestro corazón.
-James B. Moog
Finally, I couldn't help submitting another poem anonymously:
an unsuspecting hour.
Memory, that silver star, refuses
her curtain calls. I am
enchanted by a spiral stairway—
shadow play
before and beneath it—
and a single candle.
Poems submitted for April 13
Friday, April 10, 2020
WUSTL Life-Lines
Washington University in St. Louis has been inviting daily poetry submissions. I submitted the following, which was published here.
The Human Eye
Don’t call me Ishmael;
I’m tired of that talk.
I live beyond the Whale
And reside now with the flock.
Oh, in harmony beneath the sky!
No longer seeking the celestial or the True;
Against waves of Fate, only an If am I.
Just a possibility beneath cerulean blue…
- James B. Moog
The Human Eye
Don’t call me Ishmael;
I’m tired of that talk.
I live beyond the Whale
And reside now with the flock.
Oh, in harmony beneath the sky!
No longer seeking the celestial or the True;
Against waves of Fate, only an If am I.
Just a possibility beneath cerulean blue…
- James B. Moog
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