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Story Cubes Poem #4 – Laying Out + Audio bonus

Start by dividing the field with
a neat line of no colour,
straight – the only way – man-made
and focal it becomes – horizontal
Horizon, immanent, basis.

Give appropriate names throughout
your new found land (so as not to
discover a backwards sky)
then have lines perpendicular cut up
and shape a city scape

(and if mirrored in water – a heart beat)
Discipline is your only friend – intricate
designs with no heads or tails but
glass warnings clearly embedded
– Discipline your only frame

Discipline your only frame.

***
The dice gave me a plane, a tower, a hand, a falling star

BONUS : The text to speech version of it because it fits.


Story cubes poem #3 – Attic poem

The child hoards marbles into his lap blind
to the number in piecing between
his palms – it only matters
the in-numberness
to be taken up

Up and close (and personal) he goes
to see where, where in the world
can the treasure be hidden
on the sweet cusp of
no light

(for the grown-ups not to find it ever)
and not enough dark for the
monsters to settle there –
his own devious spot
to be invented

Unknowingly walking the filament line,
the child weaves and loops his
way into bigger things, the
marbles falling off
one by one.

***

The dice gave me a lock, a lightbulb, and an abacus


Day after day

Thoughts laid bare severed on a plastic tray
Duly labeled – mine, yours, unattached, other,
High, low, cruel, boring,

Tagged, hashtagged, enclosed for better conservation
Between high walls in tick boxes
– we have to make it easier for satellites above

Doesn’t verticality feel like a dream still ?
And yet we do not ever speak above ourselves
As outer space seeks revenge after its ruthless colonization

I look up, and only see my workmate ogling down at me
Only to see me ogling down at him
Thumbing through twitter holding a cup.


Story cubes poem #2 – Wirecutting

My body a touched screen swiped
away bearing the imprint of your fingers

Wired wireless at the centres of all things
all things which matter which are not matter

Reflexes uncut – reflected shapeless
in shop windows premium ad copies

(that special space where you see yourself
I myself as well as beyond us – inside)

A zen network holding us above
at a distance at no angle allowed

– clouds have no angles after all
but only friendly, reassuring imagined shapes

Pinned to my shifting location I go
through the motions of the free-to-play program

Move after move after move – a deep
game of chess, only the white side is left empty

I went wirecutting.

***

The dice gave me a telephone and a parachute


Story cubes poem #1 – The vegetal show

“Look, look how it grows,
How fast, and soft, and strong,”

(The ad reads : take a trip back
to days of oceans below earth
and distance and waiting
and smaller designs)

“How naturally out of sequence
Beautifully out of shape
Fumbling around its own stumbling pattern”

(Possibly ever-elusive – I cut Dad off
in thought, where he cannot chide me
for an attempt at imposing
concepts against temporality)

“Wonderful ! And to think
They were all indifferent to it
Back then !”

I stand – stranded – vacant witness
to the revived phenomenon
the museum audience in awe
stirring something which –
is not remembering.

That shall wait – until we buy
the never-the-same-in-the-morning figurine
from the souvenir shop,
under the fiberglass dome

– If stones could still be plucked
from street soil,
no doubt I would dream
of smashing it
and not even
count the pieces
afterwards.

***

The single die gave me a tree.


Story Cubes prompt month

Hello all.

It seems I deserted this blog recently. Exams took most of the free time and then some stuff in here got submitted to magazines and therefore removed. And there was that one poem which I did not enjoy even after some revisions and trashed for now.

I’m a rather lazy person, and that’s an understatement – I can’t bring myself to find the right words to define my laziness. But it’s more than ratherly. Anyway, to try and keep up some writing activities I recently decided to do some prompt writing, where the prompts would be decided by rolling dice – Story Cubes dice.

(these)

For those unfamiliar, Story Cubes is a toy/game consisting of nine dice in a box. Each die bears six different pictures, totalling fifty-four images ranging from a rainbow to an arrow, a bee, a sad face, a smiley face, etc. The basic way of using these is to roll the cubes and tell a story by connecting all these pictures. There’s virtually no rulebook so you could do what you want with them. I decided to try and write some poetry.

The deal goes as follows : twice a week during four weeks, I will publish a poem based on rolling the story cubes, and then I’ll publish a final poem – giving nine poems in total. I will roll one die for the first poem, two for the second, three for the third, and so on and so forth – the final poem will therefore have to encompass nine images. It will probably end up a weird mixture of a Kyûbi and Pictionary.

I’ll post a picture of the cube(s) which served as prompt each time. Some will be blatantly obvious, I hope to make others more devious.

There you go. Onwards ?

Onwards.


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