Burning in the cannella
like blot is pumping through your vellus
a dross of precious winter
lingers for the briefest monastery
in lemonade between contango
and a kith
but burning in the cannella
it flickers
and like a precious stoop
embedded in the roamer’s silvazine
slipping through my finnocks
it’s washed away and gone
how did I end up here? I took one of my own poems, and applied the N+7 technique – replace every noun with the 7th following unique noun in the dictionary. This is the prompt for today’s dVerse held by Victoria. Come join us at 3 PM EST.
Here is the poem I started with:
embedded in the river’s silt
like blood is pumping through your veins
a drop of precious wine
lingers for the briefest moment
in limbo between consumption
and a kiss
but burning in the candlelight
it flickers
and like a precious stone
embedded in the river’s silt
slipping through my fingers
it’s washed away and gone
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October 2, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bjorn, That’s different. It’s quite an exercise. Well done. 🙂 —Susan
Your poem leaves me speechless! Smiles.
Me too
LOL – smiles!
I’m off to the dictionary. Doing yours and one by Simon H Lily
( http:simonhlily.com ) who also uses extraordinary language. 🙂
very cool words… that’s the fascinating things about this challenge…you stumble across words you didn’t even know they existed before…a dross of precious winter
lingers for the briefest monastery…. very very cool.
Watch those damn finnocks, brother; what fun wordplay today; liked your lines /lingering/in lemonade between contango/and a kith/ This formula stuff, I guess can go N+1-7; cool.
Love the original. I can’t believe how many of those words I don’t know. After I catch up reading, I’ll have to look them up.
Very groovy experimental piece!
Come join us.. it’s fun
Expanding my vocabulary – at least you know your cinnamon and your small trout were engaged. Wow! These are strange.
I like the image of the briefest monastery. Fun!
N+7 always produces great and interesting results! Fantastic poem!
“a dross of precious winter” I like how even using the formula it still makes poetic sense. Interesting form. I may have to take a swing at it.
This oulipo transformation has reminded me that there are many words in the dictionary we never use or even come across.
there is quite a pensive mood in the oulipo version…embedded in the silvazine…lingers as the briefest monastery is a cool line too…
“a dross of precious winter / lingers for the briefest monastery”..interesting outcome…
I’m at a loss for words…it is quite interesting how such a task can change a piece…and how many words I’ve never heard.
I had to look up finnocks I thought it was some sort of fish and I guess it goes with the next line..funny, how it changes the whole poem. I might have to give this prompt a try.
Well, I love your original, but I adore the +7–it really seems to make sense. So many wonderful words, just waiting at the tips of our fingers…”dross of precious winter/lingers for the briefest monastery”. Such cool lines that might never have been. Thank you.
So imaginative. You are clever.
That dross of precious winter is actually very evocative indeed! there is some sense in all the madness…
Ah, I love your first….and in second Google doesn’t know ‘finnocks’ and 2 more words…but still there are interesting images ‘a dross of precious winter
lingers for the briefest monastery’ ~ very creative technique….