dungeon’s door

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Sabin Balasa. Freedom in the Aquarium, n.d. WikiArt

confessions of a free-verser: counted beats; changed fingers; recounted beats; is this truly a shadorma? never written one before!

absolving

executioner

to redeem

my spirit

break insanity’s bondage

open dungeon’s door

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25 thoughts on “dungeon’s door

  1. phylor October 1, 2015 / 10:59 pm

    FOR J. LAPIS: WAY, WAY, WAY UP!
    Friend did a food blog with info, recipes, etc. Had that idea in my head! Phrenologists love my skull.

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  2. J Lapis September 27, 2015 / 11:09 pm

    Marvelously done Shadorma, Phylor!! Yes, it’s me again–yet another face/blog (old Val). There’s still time to stop in and enjoy my b’day party–lots of food left, I’ve saved you a comfy chair!

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    • phylor September 28, 2015 / 10:30 am

      Didn’t get the invite in time to join you and your friends in celebration. So, I shall wish you, as the mad hatter instructs, 364 unbirthdays to celebrate — and one more if 2016 is a leap year!
      All the best.

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      • J Lapis September 28, 2015 / 5:32 pm

        I hope you don’t feel slighted, as I didn’t know the party was going to come off until practically the last minute. With all the cooking/baking (in real life), I didn’t get all the invitations completed… As an “Alice” fan, I rather like your note from the Mad Hatter. Thanks, Phylor–all the best to you also.

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        • phylor September 28, 2015 / 11:12 pm

          Just glad to find out you are still around. I worry when people disappear. Worry that I sent them away. And just worried. Safe home to dark harbours.

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          • J Lapis September 29, 2015 / 12:27 am

            I’m so sorry for worrying you. Truly, it’s never one thing, or one person–I just get very overwhelmed, and don’t know what else to do, but bail….As you can see, I usually get around to finding my faves and letting them know where I’ve moved camp! Hope you’re doing well.

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            • phylor September 29, 2015 / 1:28 am

              I understand those feelings. Best to find safe harbours in those storms. Stay safe. Be happy. Write. Be a poet. Oh, and happy unbirthday.

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              • J Lapis September 29, 2015 / 2:01 am

                What lovely words, dear–“be a poet”. Yes, I believe I WILL!!! Thank you!

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                • phylor September 29, 2015 / 2:13 am

                  You are welcome.
                  But to me, whatever your name or blog at the time, you’ve always been a poet.

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                  • J Lapis September 29, 2015 / 3:49 am

                    You’re so lovely, I just want to hug you tight! I’m going to open a cookbook blog soon–not sure if you’d be interested; it’s an experiment…. but I’m keeping this poetry blog, so don’t freak out! :)

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                    • phylor October 1, 2015 / 1:01 am

                      A poet’s touch in the kitchen.

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                    • J Lapis October 1, 2015 / 2:16 am

                      Yes, mostly free verse, meaning I don’t measure much!

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                    • phylor October 1, 2015 / 5:41 pm

                      Hope you include pix of your recipes!

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                    • J Lapis October 1, 2015 / 6:14 pm

                      Not a photographer, so I rely on the web pix.

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                    • phylor October 1, 2015 / 10:00 pm

                      It would be wonderful if one of your poet friends, for example, were an artist. They could draw illustrations — some of my favourite cookbooks are lovingly filled with drawings of the food, funky borders of spatulas. I’ll forever be “stuck” inside the pages of the Enchanted Broccoli Forest (A Moosewood Co-Op Cookbook) and the Vegetarian Epicure.
                      Off to raid the fridge.

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                    • J Lapis October 1, 2015 / 10:05 pm

                      I guess I wasn’t clear about this project–it’s an online cookbook; nonetheless, your idea is Spectacular–I may ponder this awhile and see if I can interest someone in doing some food & Faith art or photos. Thank you, Phylor!!

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  3. Bastet September 27, 2015 / 12:29 pm

    Yes Phylor … this is a Shadorma and what a Shadorma! A great read!

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    • phylor September 28, 2015 / 10:31 am

      I really did have to count on my fingers multiple times.
      Thank you for thinking my Shadorma fits the bill.

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      • Bastet September 28, 2015 / 11:39 am

        :-) … imagine what I go through with sonnets!

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        • phylor September 28, 2015 / 12:38 pm

          If it involves math — ie iambic pentameter, I run. :D

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          • Bastet September 28, 2015 / 1:23 pm

            Ach … I do know what you mean … they sound so daunting that my mind goes blank … so I usually go for syllables … but the meter is less difficult than you think … it’s a matter of rhythm … beats iambic means two syllables the first unaccented the second accented – penta means five so pentameter is five iambic beats or 10 syllables.

            I have out walked the furthest city light.

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            • phylor September 29, 2015 / 1:27 am

              I have out walked the furthest city light.
              I thought your excellent example would help. But when, mulling over my conundrum in my midnight shower, I thought I had figured out a second line. But sadly, when written out, it was 10 syllables in search of being accented and unaccented. Though did rhythm with light.
              Funny, once I could write sonnets. Another skill I lost. The occasional shadorma to add to free verse. Maybe one day, whatever I say, will be in sonnet form. A poet, once again reborn.

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              • Bastet September 29, 2015 / 1:44 am

                I actually understand you more than you might think … there was a time that the rhythm of a poem just came without a single problem (usually iambic tetrameter though I didn’t know what that was) I wrote syllables and then shuffled around for a sec until the matched the beat I wanted … more like writing music actually but with words … if I have to THINK iambic tetrameter though … it’s no dice … the poem eludes me completely, even to this day.

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                • phylor September 29, 2015 / 2:08 am

                  You have many amazing talents. That certainly is one of them. To be able to write words as music is so incredible to a tone deaf person like me.
                  Poets intrinsically feel the movement of word and music. To me lyrics are poetry. And poetry is lyrics to a song or a symphony. I probably don’t know the chord, clef, notes, instruments, genres, but there is a lyrical beyond words. Somewhere I feel it, if I don’t hear it. Even the most jagged has a disjointed orchestra.

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                  • Bastet September 29, 2015 / 3:59 am

                    Bravo Phylor … Actually you’ve understood me perfectly … I often tap into that lyrical feeling … what defeats me more often than not is the jargon of prosody rather than poetry itself … I’ve always loved music … and some poetry can irk me as some bad lyrics can … they’re just off key … one of the reasons I have trouble listening to some of the more cacophonous experimental music.

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