the bubbling place | Poetry Thursday

This week's prompt was Utopia, and I just happen to have a poem that suits:

the bubbling place

I have been here
on the shore
all night

the channel is filled
with sea creatures

dolphins
whales
manatee

they call to me

I grow wings
& the angel
shows me how to use them

I have been lost
swimming
for a long time

flamingos & fire lizards
play together in a forest
stripped of leaves

they lose their ball
& look for it
in the pelican's mouth

gulls & eagles & ravens fly
together in a great swarm
like bees

to the sea

  From Liz Elayne:

Please note that this will be the last organized edition of the Thursday "Traveling Poetry Show." A big thank you to Delia, Carolee, Jillypoet, and Tracie Lyn who hosted Thursday posts these last few weeks.

At this time, a new project will not be taking its place (though I have this secret dream that the traveling project will just keep going and going all by itself).  

This saddens me greatly. I hope that someone with the energy and skills will step forward, and that Liz Elayne will pass the site and the responsibility on. The site -- and the passion -- that she generated is too important to allow to fade --  and it has, inevitably, faded these past few weeks, in the absence of a place and a person to  shepherd us.

Comments

[Dave]

More than the demise of PT itself, I mourn the demise (or proably the going-private) of Dana's personal blog, which had so many treasures. It would be a simple matter for someone to organize a new poetry carnival through PoetryCarnival.com, though I'm not sure that the overwhelming proportion of bad poetry really makes such an effort worthwhile. A version of Grisham's Law seems to dictate the development of such things, where bad poetry drives out the good. Still, I must admit I got to know a lot of really fine poets through PT, and benefitted from the challenge of a weekly prompt.

[Jessica]

This is really lovely and surreal!

[sbpoet]

Dave -- yes, that weekly discipline is what mattered to me. Even when, as today, I post an old poem -- at least I'm thinking about poetry.

& Jessica, thank you. This is an old personal favorite.

[odessa]

"I have been here
on the shore
all night" - such beautiful opening lines.

this poem speaks like a waking dream. i love the image of flamingos and fire lizards playing together, thanks for sharing.

and yeah, i will really miss PT. *sniff*