Beginning again in March 1999 and in conjunction with the inaugeration of our monthly newsletter, the Interactive Poem developed a better set of guidelines as pertains to deadline for entries on the current exercise and the commencement of a new poem. That is: the exercise became monthly with new poems beginning on or about the 20th of the month previous and concluding on or about the 18th of the month current.

Poems on this page represent the following months:

January		February		March
April		May

Love poetry and structured verse is a particular favorite of many members of the club. With that in mind, I (AngelPie_Mouse) began with a full stanza of eight lines in a rhyme scheme of a-a-b-b-b-c-c-b with four feet to the line with a metrical variation of three feet in the fifth and eighth line for the repeating b rhyme on the subject of love. It was the beginning of Italian sonnet form.

The start of the poem:

Lie with me in warm embrace;
Let me kiss your cheery face.
The world beyond may sleep in snow,
Or in some haste to move and go
Forget what it should owe
To quiet exchange in quiet hour,
The energy of a true love's power,
But you and I shall know.

The next six lines should have continued the meter and in a set of three couplets with four metrical feet each. However, while rhyming continued, the structure was not maintained by any subsequent posts. The result was the poem below humorously entitled Frost Warnings.

Frost Warnings

Lie with me in warm embrace; Let me kiss your cheery face. The world beyond may sleep in snow, Or in some haste to move and go Forget what it should owe To quiet exchange in quiet hour, The energy of a true love's power, But you and I shall know.     (AngelPie_Mouse)

That inspite of December's chill There is a thrill That our love, like a flame whose embers warms our days and nights with passion all through December... Well into the new year... And in the midst of all this bitter coldness and dispair... There is still a sparkle of hope and romance in the air...      (mgonzalez01)

The freshness of the virgin year, So new, so pure, so free of fear. Inspires our love to reach new heights, And put past disappointments out of sight.      (Lane_Ware)

A new thing comes into our world, New century with hopes unfurled, That we might seek this time together, In spite of sun, or stormy weather. To reunite our eager hearts, Bind fast as a new century starts. As we watch drifting snow.      (Poetry_Gal)

Melt away all sorrows and despair And we shall linger Two hearts forever, throughout the centuries Proving wrong all the theories... Of how love can utterly go wrong and wither.       (mgonzalez01)

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Interactive Poem Fourteen (February 2000):

This month, for the month of February and in conjunction with Valentines, the topic was "love." ...at least that's what MGonzalez01 said when she began the poem although it seems more like the topic was "spring" even from the beginning entry she made which read:

The season of the heart draws near� Season of lovebirds and of doves Winter takes a small reprieve, I fear... Whilst nature enjoys the sweet melody she loves� A gentle symphony that sways the soul With a penetrating rhythm that makes you dance And reminds us all Of the promise of passion and of romance...      (MGonzalez01)

There were, unfortunately, few entries thereafter. I guess we were more interested in experiencing love than talking about it.

The resulting poem follows:

The Cadence of Love

The season of the heart draws near� Season of lovebirds and of doves Winter takes a small reprieve, I fear... Whilst nature enjoys the sweet melody she loves� A gentle symphony that sways the soul With a penetrating rhythm that makes you dance And reminds us all Of the promise of passion and of romance...      (MGonzalez01)

The bitter cold of winter fades away; The warm embrace of longer days Awakes and invites to dance and celebrate The renaissance of life and color. The perfumes of green and flowing water Tickle and breeze by for all to embrace and glorify. Spring is near and joy with him awaits the silence of cold winter nights to leave this town.

Furtive looks under this light new coat of light, That was never so bright, as this morning of February 2000. The arrival of a new era, where passion flirts with romance...      (Cendrilloner)

Winter's dress in tattered rags rent by the peeping sun, the too soon rain faded in gray remembrance of her wedding day no longer the bride, she does not complain but feeling her age heavy upon her shoulders shrugs, and in round step moves on; her turn will come again.

Ah, the sunshine of my heart whether winter is at her start or parting I will in embrace with you neither mind her passing, nor any other season.       (AngelPie_Mouse)

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Interactive Poem Fifteen (March 2000):

This month, for the month of March and in conjunction with nothing in particular, the topic was the rains of Winter's end, more or less. It began with the following lines on March 5:

The rain comes to warm the bones of the earth. Ancient joints made arthritic from too much concrete, too much criss-crossing of dermal surfaces veined with asphalt, too much warting with cities and towers of cities, the carbuncles massed together in pustule hives that even the maggot worm chooses to ignore. The rains come, but they cannot wash away man.      (AngelPie_Mouse)

These lines, although a little negative and depressive in character, were intended to create an introduction which would leave subject matter open. In any event, during the period from February 20th (when it should have began) to March 19th, the club produced the following poem:

The Rains of Winter's End

The rain comes to warm the bones of the earth. Ancient joints made arthritic from too much concrete, too much criss-crossing of dermal surfaces veined with asphalt, too much warting with cities and towers of cities, the carbuncles massed together in pustule hives that even the maggot worm chooses to ignore. The rains come, but they cannot wash away man.      (AngelPie_Mouse)

The rain comes to bring spring season. Still chilly air, pattering my umbrella with sorrow Might have been an ume blossom shocked by, Petals is not scattered so much, They are stronger than cherry blossoms in the rain, Though they will soon be finished the peak period in the year.      (Telescope07)

The rains come, needle bright droplets slanting in the wind. The black dogwood drops its flower burden to the muddy earth, to the curbside, to the street. Bruised petals lie like crushed pink fists, impotent against the final blasts of retreating winter. The tires of passing cars grind the fragile hulls. Does anyone notice?       (AngelPie_Mouse)

Torrents pour from heaven's watering can The soil is well fertilized and nourished Soon the earth, once dry and barren Shall bear much fruit which shall flourish Beautiful children shall she bear and yes.....all of nature shall rejoice!      (MGonzalez01)

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Interactive Poem Sixteen (April 2000):

Did you happen to notice who started this month's, April's Interactive Poem? Right, Telescope01 gave us our first lines, an airy yet pensive beginning concerning the cherry blossom (a symbol of Spring) and the transitory nature of this time of year.

Passed over the cherry flower In an instant moment That beauty is like the foam Fragile pleasant time Such as going about with lover A has-been day as a dream Bygone days as if the cherry flower      (Telescope07)

The main theme he seemed to be setting appeared to concern loss, the displacement of the winsome energy that is the season. We are calling the finished poem:

Time of the Cherry Blossom

Passed over the cherry flower In an instant moment That beauty is like the foam Fragile pleasant time Such as going about with lover A has-been day as a dream Bygone days as if the cherry flower      (Telescope07)

Was a ghost of ages past, Whose ageless beauty has withered and died Yet whose spirit last With a lively essence and lingers on Like an Emperial Bride...      (MGonzalez01 )

Sea of season beginning, lapping on the shore of imagination; Fragrance of flower blooming, the incoming tide over sands of emotion. Associations too youngly felt, too youngly known Buried too youngly in the soul to be awakened as memory of love, when we had no notion of what love truly is or was or could be. Our wisdom blunts the pang of incomprehensible joy, Amours our vulnerability almost past feeling, Fades the blush of sensibility as easily as the wind disperses the cherry flower And the tide flows away.      (AngelPie_Mouse)

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Interactive Poem Seventeen (May 2000):

This month, for the month of May, the Interactive began with a pair of couplets in a-a-b-b rhyme scheme, which attempted to set the topic within the green world of Spring, which is what we are calling it�

The Green World

Mild and bright with temperate rite Guardian of the flowering light Fusing green with pastel hue The jasmine with the dew.      (AngelPie_Mouse)

Surpassing Than over Solomon's zenith Be in bloom silently At the roadside A flower of Dandelion      (Telescope07)

Whose mane, like the Lion Is scattered to the winds Across the horizon Spreading its seeds For other generations to come...      (MGonzalez01)

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