This Is a Tanka written by Eileen Manassain and reimagined by me by
adding every other verse in order to create Lyrics we could put to music.
please visit Eileen recent page and enjoy This poem in it's original Form.
I want to Thank Eileen for the privilege of working with her on these poems
Nothing seems to last
The present now the past
flowers weep faded petals
Like flaking paint or rusty metal
A faint scent lingers
Upon the barren tips of fingers
once blooming in bright color
Now appear quite smothered
My poems have lost their appeal
No longer things seem real
emotions wither
And darkness comes hither
Wilted words whirl in the wind
Until they blow my way again
bereft of beauty
Void of duty
I strive to remain rooted
In a world so polluted
hoping for droplets of love
Droplets from above
Categories:
reimagined, anxiety, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
After she left the house for realities unknown,
abandoned rooms became discrete spaces
fully occupied by her thoughts.
Buses still stop two doors down,
sparrows hop over the stalks of dead roses.
Road dust carpets, then is windswept away.
Eventually, Girl Guides selling cookies
scrub her address off clipboards.
The mail has begun to forward itself
to nowhere.
The house whispers to passing pedestrians,
It calls to migrant cats, homeless mice,
indigenous tribes of Carpenter Bees.
A face on a billboard is planted in the yard,
prospective buyers enter and leave,
none move in.
Her spirit returns for a while
to inhabit the once lived in.
half-heartedly she wanders
over her own footsteps,
does not stay long.
Her arthritic presence has moved on
to a place, a safehouse for the forgotten,
where grab bars and access ramps
are reimagined and improved.
Categories:
reimagined, poetry,
Form: Free verse
O familiar stranger tormenting my mind,
Why do you hide behind the veils?
Why did you act so apathic when you stood in my presence ?
Why do you strike me from behind as a vermin?
And cut through my flesh masking your face.
You deny me your identity until my last gasp.
You, a wolf hid as do sheep in my flock.
A camouflaged enemy in plain sight you were,
But vicious was your unforgiving strike.
As I lay in my pool of blood ,
And choke on it , I whisper breathlessly;
Alas, I have met my mortal end.
P.S[A reimagined rendition of Julio Cesar's dying thoughts]
Categories:
reimagined, betrayal, dark, introspection,
Form: Free verse
innocence memorialized in candlelight
as we sit and dream in its gleam
of flickering and playful flames
timeless and free flowing
finding each other in the midst of longing
vigilant in the rapture of a touch
reimagined
ritualizing the oneness of our being
connected in the purest form
within the glow of warm light and soft wishes
without the barriers of the tick-tock clock
endlessly - breathlessly
lost in love
Categories:
reimagined, devotion, engagement, feelings, i
Form: Free verse
I am Seraphim voyaging to descend
Spanning the lake of invisible water
A spindrift of twirls of huffing wind
Falling-in Fall leaves gathered on a rusted altar
Blissing in delicate spirals I bend
Just where the river ends
Exalted and brilliant within intangible halos
I light the world then setting slow
In golden hues I fade then falter
Sublimely reimagined I do delight
To evaporate into the glow of night
Painting the moon with vestiges of the coming day
Categories:
reimagined, nature,
Form: Free verse
The moon risen high, over
the burial vault of the sun
to the accompaniment of fireworks
from competing constellations
~ All this, before suppertime
Categories:
reimagined, december, light, moon, stars,
Form: Free verse
Christmas reimagined by who…
not Horton nor Whoville
but Doctor Who
A bride vanished from altar
Her reception,
hopped up with Santas and a tree
Ornaments’ revolving, lifting,
evolving into bombs
Jitters, not the groom or bride
A network web
of complexity below
the complex
Racnoss wrapping
sweet gifts
not at all nice
10/29/2022
*For those not familiar, Racnoss are Arachnids
Categories:
reimagined, dark,
Form: Free verse
COLLECTIONS
so relevant
to
explore
always
unashamedly
unsettling
swirls abound
reimagined
&rendered
figuratively
in
vigorous
scene
with
hints
of
the occasional
amidst
the static
immersive
perhaps holistic
fashioned
as a kind
of
contrast
a
triumph
of
allegory
represented
by
beauty
in energy
by way
of lightness
coinciding
with
the odd
vision
that’s
so precise
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Categories:
reimagined, poetry,
Form: Other
VIRTUAL RARITIES
techniques
transformed
to
explore
the potentials &
possibilities
of
modelling
the
initiative&
generatively
appropriated &
reimagined
renditions
surrounded
by
iterative complexity
extracted
&
merged
with the
visual
expressing
a mood
static
tangible
& prominent
inn
alternatives
stylised imagery
symbolised
by
the
serene
introspective
distilled
with
uncertainty
marginalised
in
precedents by
conceptual
stereotypes
expressed
in token
proponents
so finely
tuned
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Categories:
reimagined, poetry,
Form: Other
ENCOUNTERS
Impressionistic
reflections
in the moving light
fields
that emerge
so composed
intuitive
&unshowy
& reimagined
in unsettled fluidity
illuminated
subtly
&different
a wonder
manifested
&most recognisable
with a
shimmering effect
audacity itself
in a
bittersweet
experience
to offer some
consolation
though
untenable
vys for attention
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
reimagined, poetry,
Form: Other
UNPERPLEXED
voyages beyond
to places
of merging
recusant & reimagined
more tempting
than acknowledged
transformed
to a constant
so steadfast
in a clandestine
shelter
fascination
doggedly in awe
this unique
capacity
captivates
this sensual
idealised
in a spectacular
citadel
of idealised
uncompromising
modes
of thought
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
reimagined, poetry,
Form: Other
reimagined
conventions
from multiple
angles
complemented
repeatedly
rich&individual
yearning
fora sense
of difference
dramatic
changes so
revelatory
in exhilarating
richness
liberated
&
in personal
way
a conflated
pervasiveness
baffling &
perverse
in an
atmosphere
so tantalising
&beautifully
in
simplified
allusions
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
reimagined, poetry,
Form: Other
After she left the house for realities unknown,
the abandoned rooms hollowed out
small discrete spaces for her to rest within
should she ever return.
Buses still stopped next door,
sparrows hopped over the stalks of phantom roses,
Eventually, Girl Guides selling cookies nixed
her address off their clipboards.
The mail began to forward itself to nowhere.
The house tidied up the way den denizens do.
sifting through mites and squamous dust
for signs of her in-dwelling mind.
It found non-intrinsic parts of her
which it glued to the stale air as her likeness,
yet this remembered facsimile
kept dissolving in puddles of moonlight.
The house began to whisper to passersby’s.
It called to migrant cats, homeless mice,
indigenous tribes of Carpenter bees.
A face on a board was planted in the yard,
prospective buyers entered and left,
none moved in.
The previous owner came back for a while,
She occupied the new spaces
pleased with the improvements.
Then she left the house
riding upon a starlit stairlift,
her ghost moving upwards to a safer premise
where grab bars and access ramps
were reimagined
in a newly renovated sky.
Categories:
reimagined, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Caught up in broke and broken
operating on what we can;
Ready to rise by your own bootstraps?
Or fall, never to be reimagined;
No answers with a diagnosis
ask if humanity is worth saving;
Vitamins flood a prescription we should know ;
It’s a dangerous money making machine;
Redefining lifestyles can change everything;
Understand you have a choice to stand up;
Stop feeding pharmacies instead of yourself.
Categories:
reimagined, fate, health, humanity, inspiration,
Form: Acrostic
Sometimes, my spirit blossoms like a rose
Opening up full petal to quietly reveal
Its fragrant presence in my languishing soul
And relishing the sweet scent of perfume
Beckons to me come nearer and revel
In its awesome glory. Cautions me, too,
To avoid its sharp and piercing thorns.
Reimagined May 9, 2021
For "Nature" contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Categories:
reimagined, metaphor, rose, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
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