Thursday, April 16, 2009

Not out of the woods, yet.

POETRY IS...........


A misheard word
A broken promise
A burnt letter
A lie
The juice of a clockwork orange
The secret code
A cry for help
A set of keys
An un-pickable lock
Lost in France
The gap between beating hearts
The grit in the sandal
The Oysters pearl
The ribbon of truth
The piss on the pedestal.

15 comments:

BarbaraS said...

I love that line: 'The juice of a clockwork orange.'

Lots of class stuff about on the blogs today. Spring must be here :)

Totalfeckineejit said...

Hello B,thanks for the feedback, might keep that line for further use then.Don't mention Spring to me, the one thing that can always buck you up and it's fecked off somewhere far away from here.Jayney Mac B apart froim the cold it's done niothin but feckin rain here -a week solid.Bah Humbug or whatever the springtime misery alternative curmugeonly expression may be, B. :)

Dave King said...

Plenty of food there for thought. If it's a misheard word, how might that not be applied to any of the others?

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Dave, you've added another course, a veritable feast of food for thought.And when you think about it aren't we constantlytcontinuouslyincessantly thinking, thinking, thinking wehave no control over it, no off switch- now there's a thought.

Poetikat said...

You know TFE, I came here ages ago and was scared off by the masked marauder in the corner - reminded me of a mask my dad put on when I was a child - he scared both me and the neighbours, (but I digress). I can't remember how I ended up back here, but I'm surprised by how much I enjoy being here.

"A cry for help" - oh, yes, indeed!

"An unpickable lock" - right again!

Oh, I like this one...has almost religious overtones:

"The grit in the sandal" Do you stop to take it out, or keep it there to worry away --keep you awake?

I try frequently to do the last - have done all my life, really (not in any grand sort of way, mind you).

Kat

Poetikat said...

No "off switch". Exactly. Our only recourse it to pull the plug.

Kat

Totalfeckineejit said...

Hey Kat glad you made it back.scary mask gone now.You're not the first to not like it -thought I cut rather a dash myself!
The EEjit clan's aritoscratic good looks are like caviar- ambrosia to some and smelly fish eggs to others.Thanks for the comments and yeah, the sand in the sandal and doesn't the pearl start off as a bit of grit?

Dominic Rivron said...

I really liked the (both liquid) lines:

The juice of a clockwork orange

and the bluntness of

The piss on the pedestal

susanmuses said...

poetry in everything!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks for the feedback Mr Riverun,might use that clockworky orange juice in a poem if i can find a space for it :)

Totalfeckineejit said...

Hi Susan, I like that.Poetry is in everything isn't ,good and bad , whether we like it or not. :)

Totalfeckineejit said...

that should read- isn't it


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Totalfeckineejit said...

And it should be CURMUDGEONLY


mistakes mishtakes mishmash mush

Jeanne Iris said...

My favorite line: "ribbon of truth." A fascinating image of the winding, flowing, sometimes beautiful, sometimes horrendous notion we call 'truth,' wrapping itself in, around and through our lives.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks for the feedback Jeanne, I was torn between a 'ribbon of truth' and a 'tissue of lies' but the glass is looking half full so......