Follow the Leader is a visual arts collaboration wherein each artists takes one of the 6 seeds provided on the Follow the Leader blog and creates a full image which includes the seed in some form or another.
your challenge this week is to create a poem around one of the six seeds (you may chose more than one seed, or write more than one poem).
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TOP DOWN THEN BOTTOM UP
ReplyDeleteOh a flick of my boot at a swiffling cloud
snaps the top off a jar of emptiness
and a paddle suspended in air like a shroud
ghetto-blasts a wheel that begins to hiss
as it rolls down a hill of nothingness
(as pale a blue as you ever could want)
and paddle flips jar with such finesse
a puff of smoke blows up from its vent
toward my boot (a one-legged man alone
among ghostly objects as white as bone)
OLD BOOT
ReplyDeleteThere’s an old boot
battered and raw
It could be Van Gogh’s boot
It could be the world
Killed and revived over and over
its sole bent up and its
heel crooked
as if beaten by trees
Traipsed over great clumps in fields
or dodging strafe-fire and
shrapnel
a boot that’s seen too much in its
short leathery life
yet soldiers on
brutishly bootish
Presumably for a foot
though it’s taken on a life beyond
shoeing something as
ephemeral as a foot
it now seems to fit all feet
and none
More a boat than a boot
More a ship than a shoe
braving earthly waves
Sitting here alone now
beached in a dark brown light
radiantly dark
(it could be God’s boot
though God has no foot
nor needs a boot
It’s just that it’s that kind of boot
no human foot could be so
adorned)
as it sails in
utter stillness
having reached
its end of usefulness
and now will not go anywhere
that is not where it
already is
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12/29/2008
#3
ReplyDeletereflecting on, or
reflecting in, you thought
you caught yourself in a net
for little things that fly or swim.
but you do neither very well.
I blame NPR, The New York Times,
Google, Facebook, and the kitchen sink.