
Power
Power has a long list of interesting meanings. The idea of having power over a person came up in the definition of Mercy the other day, so my first thoughts this morning went to the evils of authority or influence: fear, torture, corruption. But the main definition of power is ability (power or capacity to do or act physically, mentally, legally, morally, financially, etc.): ability to do or act; capability of doing or accomplishing something. In physics it is work done or energy transferred per unit of time. In math the product obtained by multiplying a quantity by itself one or more times. It is energy, force, or momentum.
Yesterday I started experimenting with two new ideas. First, expanding upon the hinge idea from my door filter, I created a series of filters that I call transformer filters: geometrical designs with sections not completely cut out, but folded. These filters can create many different shapes depending on which sections are “open.” Second, I created a light grid. Using an old aluminum grid from the laser-cutter, I placed a string-light in every fourth square. Combining my new filters with my power grid is like quilting with light.

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For today’s Meet the Bar prompt, Björn challenges us to try the Constanza form created by Connie Marcum Wong in 2007. It’s a new form to me and appears quite challenging. Let’s see if I have the power to complete a Constanza.
The Poem
Recognizing Power
When moon’s aglow and murders caw
and streetlights burn in amber rows
the night excites and passion grows
the city girls sing la-dee-da
to walking beats of clicking heels
a destination soon reveals
with hips that swing a tra-la-la
manipulating lookers on
but don’t get close or they’ll be gone
a magic power there–ta-da!
distracts the eye while coins are palmed
and every protestation calmed
their laughter echos, ha ha ha!
where shadows imprint eyelids closed
be careful dancing when you’ve dozed
When moon’s aglow and murders caw
the city girls sing la-dee-da
with hips that swing a tra-la-la
a magic power there–ta-da!
their laughter echoes, ha ha ha!

To incorporate the onomatopoeia of those girls is perfect… makes me think of them as moths which they are called in Swedish (nattfjäril)
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Nattfjäril is perfect for how I was thinking. Swedish is such a beautiful language. I miss speaking it every day. I have a German family friend coming to visit this summer. I find it interesting how German words I recognize in Swedish have different meanings.
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Fantastic rhythm and flow to this one! 💝💝
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This is really musical – those end sounds are great!
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I like how you ended your lines with sounds to emphasize the ideas.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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I enjoyed this poem.
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Glad to hear it.
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Fabulous rhythm – love the voices.
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Thank you.
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This is effervescent fun and bubbly — makes me want to sing!
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Glad to hear it.
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A clever one! This swings!
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Thank you.
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I like the ending exclamations–the la-dee-das and tra la las. There is a great rhythm to it.
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Thank you.
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This is a marvelous rhythmic poem … I feel like dancing.
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So glad you like it!
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