COLLECTIVE POETRY: ROUND 5
Yesterday, I paired the image below with a few evocative words & invited people on my Rasjacobson Art Page to add an additional line of poetry in the comments. I then promised to transform our collective effort into a poem within 24 hours.
HERE’S WHAT WHAT I DID
- At 9pm, I sat down to see what I had to work with.
- Eleven people participated.
- I eliminated extraneous words & redundancies to create a unified flow.
- I changed the order in which the entries were received.
THE MOTH
instead of joining the cicadas
& screaming for six weeks straight,
she spent the summer slogging
her way across root & leaf & sod
resting during summer storms
until one cool morning
she decided
it was time
to open, her wings
like a dusty old sweater
wrapped in tissue from
the cedar chest
exposed & fluttering with anticipation, resting with scintillating vision, filtering out
the ego’s mission, drying
atop Joe Pye weed, her eyes
the vibrant hues of autumn’s emerging tapestry, she opened
to a September sunrise.