ISAN HEARTLAND

FOR BIG TENT POETRY


This week’s promptThis week’s prompt is a Wordle. The words are taken from one of a well-regarded poet’s published poems, which will be named (and linked to!) in Friday’s Come One, Come All post.
Hope you enjoy this week’s challenge to use any number of the words in your Big Tent Poetry poem this week!









ISAN HEARTLAND

Deep in the Isan heartland
Beyond banana, pineapple
Across untended rice fields
Baked hard by the summer sun
The unforgiving landscape
In cynical dry-season mood
Questions the wisdom of cars
That risk its impassable route

Our focus zeroes in on
The slow trickle of a stream
Where once flowed a full-blown river
Supplying diesel-driven pumps
Used to moisten rice in plant
Via discarded rubber hose pipes
Or home-made earthenware pots
Hand-crafted by silk-clad women
Deep in the Isan heartland

MOM’S HOUSE

FOR WE WRITE POEMS


What do you see in this photo? Do you notice the plates on the wall, the curtains on the window, the roosters on the bottom shelf? Whatever draws you into this photo, use it as a starting point and write. Write a new piece each day based on this poem, or just write one piece for the week. How long you spend with the photo is up to you. Whichever route you choose, be sure to come back next Wednesday to share what you’ve written and to read the work of your peers. See you then!

















Mom's House by Sarah Regnier (www.cameratakesphotos.com)


NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Return from another world
Re-entry takes one small step

An Alien atmosphere
Until signs of life are seen

Wall of china monument
Visible from inner space

Welcomes me to planet earth

STRUGGLE

For Haiku Heights – Struggle
And Carry On Tuesday
It was love at first sight


STRUGGLE

Infatuation?
Or was it love at first sight?
I strive to discern

INCEPTION

For Writers Island prompt #16 2010
And for One Single Impression - Beginning
And Monday Poetry Train Revisited


I CAME HERE TO WILL YOU

Before the beginning – a mind
Exists in the ferment formed
By the dust of the first Big Bang

Creativity is created
And concepts inhabit the mind
Original concepts all

This mind, alone in the void
At some point before Space and Time
Devoid of fear of theft of thought

Inexperienced in matters of matter
Prone to the occasional mistake

In the beginning, a need
A need for survival
For continuity

Ambition, achievement
…things of the future

Life is in the early stages
Of evolving intelligence

Revolving around the light
The light the mind has seen

Mind over matter; actions occur
As fast as the speed of thought

No need to plan ahead
In subconscious reality

No process, no control
Only cause and effect

Without consequence
Or accountability
Until several Big Bangs later…

A story for another Time…

JOKE, LEVERAGE, REMEDY

For Three Word Wednesday
And Friday Flash 55


DOING MORE WITH LESS

I needed help.
Being a rookie, my inexperience left me in a tricky situation.
The remedy was to delegate responsibility upwards.
It seemed like a joke at first, but the more I thought about it,
The more I realised I could use my position to gain leverage.
After all; if you don’t ask, you don’t get.

POSSESSIONS

For Big Tent Poetry


This week’s prompt, by guest maestro Cynthia Short
Many of us live lives acquiring — or attempting to divest ourselves of — possessions. From the cars we drive, and the antique bowls our grandmas gave us, to the house we once loved but now need to sell … often possessions help define our lives.
This week’s prompt is to think of something you possess. What are your feelings about this possession? Do you possess it, or does it possess you?
Some of the things I possess, but that haven’t yet made it on the page as a poem include: a scar, my mother’s laugh, and old suitcase that I traveled with extensively. Mementos of an important part of my life, an old photo of relatives that died before I was born, a horrible gift that I must display because I love the person who gave it to me … you get the idea: most any thing in our physical worlds are possessions that might just have an impact on our lives.


KUHN CHAIDEE


















Introducing Kuhn Chaidee
As you can see, he’s in good shape
That’s on account of his diet
All he can eat grows freely
Or it swims, or crawls, or flies

Kuhn Chaidee realizes
The value of possessions
Is something that’s relative
Emotional or intrinsic
Nevertheless he takes pride










His single-roomed residence
Is a permanent work-in-progress
Although a temporary construction
Built from salvaged timber, bamboo
And recycled cement sacks

He has access to running water
That he can’t afford to run
Electrical connection
Via a single plug socket
Feeding a single light bulb
Though he retires at nightfall

And a refrigerator
To store his drinking water
As well as a black and white TV
He never has time to watch
Even his ancient cell phone
Only takes incoming calls

He could never afford a car
But he can afford to smile
At his accumulated wealth
He measures in modesty

LIST POEM

FOR WE WRITE POEMS



This week’s prompt is brought to us by Neil Reid:
List poems are a very elemental style of poem. (And I simply adore list poems!) They can be item by item very precise and succinct, or broad and more encased in other related poem text. That’s also part your choice. The list items might be tightly related, even sequential of a sort, or more generic and broad. Also your choice. They may be ruthlessly honest and introspective or even abstract, extending themselves into unknown territory (they can be truthful or fanciful as you choose). These are all possibilities of list poems – a simple concept, yet with unlimited chances to invoke or provoke new understandings and relationships. Play!
For this prompt let’s define the topic to be a list of “things you’re afraid of”, or alternately, “things you’d never do”. Of course if you’re just all inspired about another possible list, please, go ahead, have fun and share your result with us!


I USED MOVIE TITLES


SEVEN DAYS TO LIVE (2000)

Bloody Sunday, 2002
Stormy Monday, 1988
Tuesday, 2008
Ash Wednesday, 2002
Monster Thursday, 2008
Friday The Thirteenth, 1980
Saturday Night Fever 1977

IN THE SPOTLIGHT

FOR POW PROMPT 15


The 30 word wordle is displayed on Man Ray's famous photo. You vill use all of zee vurds and you vill not vinje and vine (Barbra Seville)This is the first of the SPOTLIGHT SERIESThe SPOTLIGHT POEM requires you to answer questions about the meaning of your poemand its origin. If the subject is one you do not wish to discuss best not submit it for a spotlight poem. Please be mindful that this is not a critique exercise.I understand that most of us do not wish to explain or analyse our work. I am opposed to this concept in theory as individual interpretation can be just as valid as the poem's intention. And, of course the more imaginative you are the more off course and wild your interpretations can be. However just occasionally to satisfy the curiosity of certain poets (Viv) I thought it would be fun to know the intention of the poet and how wildly off course our interpretations may be.Before asking the questions you might like to state what you think the poem might mean to see how connected or disconnected you are to the original poem. For those of you who like to write or read cryptic poetry (Francis) this should be fun!

I made it 32…
I spotted a couple of f-words in there…


NOI’S NINTH IN f-MAJOR

Sparrow song greets Monday morn
The little bird gives the boy
an anniversary tip

“A bud flowers on this day
Whiter than white innocence
abandons its girdle grip”

Hallway promise awaiting
removes peach stone from dry throat
brings joy to the heart; a glow

Maiden voyager’s frisson
Fingers wobble nervously
Logs on… Lap-top trickle… slow

Rude twaddle, f-words ensue
… The kid is known for his lip

Slowly the tulle-like haze lifts
Net confusion just a blip

Feeling light as a feather
Happy to know he knows he
Rose above anxiety

Burn to compact, smooth as silk
High time – High tea, teatime high
*
*
*
Do we know the reason why…?
*
*
*
Nine years old on August nine
Complete with home computer
Happy birthday to Changnoi

It couldn’t be more simple
Now a disc-burning demon
Downloading first for the boy


Note; Changnoi doesn’t swear… in English…

FIELD

For Haiku Heights


RICE

Drought-depressed rice fields
Harvest hopes raised by rainfall
Salvation in sight

SPELLBOUND

For Writers Island prompt #15 2010
And Monday Poetry Train Revisited


CASTING THE SPELL

Sheltered, not isolated
Village Isan life goes on

Influences, attitudes
Filter through at their leisure

Nature’s barriers exist
At all points of the compass

Pu Khao and Pu Pan ranges
To East and West horizons
Converge at a point due north

While the Southernmost defences
The waters of Ubol Rat

Reservoir that fills bellies
With its rich, living harvest

As well as helping to feed
Technological habits

Hydro electricity
Surges unpredictably

Into our cell phone chargers
And Personal Computers

Isan’s own influence spreads
To the South and to cities

With a gritty-edged northern
Border region tone of voice

As it fuses traditions
With more modern attitudes

Providing a wider choice
Reflecting changes in taste

That Morlam girls know about
And can’t dance their dance without
That their writhing gestures shout

Bridging the culture divide
They’re casting the Isan spell



Notes:
Isan - North Eastern Thailand
Pu Khao - Eastern range of hills
Pu Pan - Western range of hills
Ubol Rat -Reservoir to south
Morlam - Traditional Folk Dance

TO BOLDLY GO

For Friday Flash 55


KIRK TO ENTERPRISE

“Spock, The Federation wants to award you for a lifetime of genius”

“Illogical Captain.”

“But to be called a genius means you must possess…”

“…Insufficient data Captain.”

“Refusal will destroy them… You’ll have to be subtle.”

“Phaser on stun…?”

“What will you say to them, exactly?”

“Live long and prosper.”

“Beam me up Scotty…!”

“Fascinating…”

DRINK, FEEBLE, PREDICT

For Three Word Wednesday


STAY SOBER

Teetotal party
By invitation only
Predict feeble drink

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

For Big Tent Poetry


This week’s prompt
This week we’re going to try to mix up our writing life
and we’ll start the process with a little poetic introspection.


INVESTIGATION

During the course of my investigation
I didn’t leave a single book unread
I left nothing to the imagination

I gave the subject my full concentration
Took in every word my tutors said
During the course of my investigation

I took to the task with full concentration
Knowing I’d have to go from A to Z
I left nothing to the imagination

It may seem a complete exaggeration
But I never let it go to my head
During the course of my investigation

Some chose theory for examination
I opted for the practical instead
I left nothing to the imagination

She didn’t want to discuss medication
Just took her clothes off, and lay on the bed
During the course of my investigation
I left nothing to the imagination

SUMMIT

For Carry On Tuesday
Does the road wind uphill all the way ?


THE CLIMB

Upward
aPproach
I Hurt…
achIng
muscLes…
how cLose
are we ?

anywaY
it’s Another
sloW climb

anoTher
tougH
challEnge

I shaLl
not Let
it Anger me

my Will
remaIns
undauNted
and unDefeated

no roaD
can hArm us
as lOng as
we Respect it

we Test
our Honour
to thE limit

the Summit
oncE reached
prOlongs our
aDventure

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

For We Write Poems


Irene Toh bring us a different sort of challenge this week,
one that will prove to be quite fun I suspect.
Irene says, “Write a poem that revisits the Red Riding Hood fairy tale.
You can change the story, or question the assumptions behind the fairy tale,
eg why doesn’t the wolf eat Red Riding Hood in the forest when he first met her?,
why does the author allow fantasy, such as that the wolf can be cut up
and the grandmother and the Red Riding Hood emerge unhurt,
or wonder what Red Riding Hood stands for, such as if wearing a red hood is significant,
or question the innocence of Red Riding Hood,
eg why does she not go straight to grandmother’s house as her mother instructed
but chose to wander? Or you can revisit another fairy tale altogether!”
Spend the week on this prompt, then come back on Wednesday
to post your links to your poems.
See you there!


PLANS FOR THE EVENING

Don’t forget, we’re having Gran here for dinner
She likes flowers on her dining table
And she’ll be expecting you home… for dessert

She’s so sick now, she’s hard to recognize
So don’t ask her about those new dentures of hers
Or she’s likely to swallow you whole

You know how snappy she can get

And I’m so hungry; I could wolf down a pig
Though the thought of it makes me huff and puff
Because pork is so overrated

And besides, those little chicks are easier
They tend not to disagree with me
But perhaps we’ll sit down to a fat old bird

Which reminds me – I’m spitting feathers

And my stomach hangs heavy as a stone
Is she listening? Where has she gone now?
I hope she’s hunting for the Evian

No…? Oh well, at a push I could get my own…