The Bus is brim full of diesel and heading out around the world.It's already in Scotland over at Rachel Fox's blog http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RamblingWithRachelFox/~3/pYokpYZ91ng/poetry-bus-poetry-bus-where-are-you.html
Get theeover to there and see the passengers and a link to this weeks challenge, set by Foxo herself, join in why doncha? The departure date is Monday but you can get aboard anytime before then(or even after) It's that kind of a bus,with a timetable from heaven.
Basically we have to choose a (favourite) word and use that for the start/basis of the poem.But that's just a guideline , you have the baton, run with it ,write anything ye like about anything ye like. JUST WRITE!
I don't have a favourite word so I waited for one to drop from the sky.And one bounced out of the poet Paul Muldoon's mouth into Niamh B's ear and onto her blog and into my poem.The word is 'guddle' which apparently is what you do when you tickle a fish to catch it.
The Beautiful South
Guddle me fuddle
We’re all in a muddle
Whispering wound and a blood ,e blood ,e blood.
And a say nothing and a nothing is silence,
And no silence is golden,
And pieces of silver go clink, a-clink ,a-clinkety, clink.
Then lick , a-lick, a lickety-lick the wounds
Clean as a whistle blower blow, a-blow, a-blowing.
What, oh what, are we showing?
A terrible racket
This poetry business.
37 comments:
Blood, e good. Like the sense of fun.
Of what "terrible racket" do you speak? Not this poem, surely. This poem nails me. It's a package wrapped beautifully, and I am so stupid I don't know how to open it. I want to know what it means. Where is this beautiful south with the whispering wound in the silence? What is it?
Lovely, TiFfEe! I can hear this 'guddle me fuddle' sung to a fiddle!
There is a touch of the Dylan Thomases here Eej.Thanks for your good wishes.
You writer of demented nursery rhymes...
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I am probably totally on the wrong track here but have you got an Easter allusion going on. I see whistle blowers and wounds and pieces of silver. But other than that the weird punctuation just threw me completely. Give us a clue?
much love
cfm
Rambunctious rhythms, there Eej! A fiddle is definitutely called for.
Guddle is a great word TFE and I love your poem. I keep changing my mind about the word I will use - better be quick choosing or I'll miss the bus.
Sorry to butt in, but... demented nursery rhymes! There's a thought!
(Some of them are pretty dememnted in the first place).
I think guddle is brilliant... it isn't really a word, is it? More like a sound made up to entice the poor fish to its death :)
Sounds. I wish we could hear what your poem sounds like. Read your poems aloud to us!
I posted a link to my favourite word which is Yes.. I'm including the link here for you to read, in case it is too late to be posted on the bus!
http://shaistatayabali.blogspot.com/2009/10/year-of-yes.html
a racket indeed and damned fun!
I love that word :-)and this is a cool little pome... there was a woman singing jazz at the open mic the other night and she sang something about "feeeshies".. this reminded a bit of jazz.. and it mentions feeshthings... poetry and jazz are very related aren't they.. aren't they?.. or is this something that just pounced into my tiny mind just now?...
I talk an awful lot of shite sometimes!
You have to get this to Paul and see what he'd make of it...
Lots of musicality in this one!
Very cool!
Great word, and the sound of the poem is to die for.
It channelled Easter for me too. But then again, "demented nursery rhyme" is also good.
I really liked "Clean as a whistle blower blow,..."
I'd have thought that if you were close enough to a fish to tickle it, you could grab it anyway. Or maybe its tickle in a figurative way, like telling it a funny story.
I must try and work guddle into one of my work emails.
Did I miss something? Did someone blow a whistle at the poetry business?
Thank you Dom.
Enchanted Oak, you are a mighty tree!
Guddle me fuddle sung to a fiddle and there we will widdle in mud glorious mud!Prof Jeanne of Lakatos.
I'm willin to accept Dylan as a complimo, Weavo!
Me, writer of demento, Racho?
CFM it isa you see it, and rightly so! :)
Fiddle me riddle, Argent!
Tis a great word, Heather.Lovin yours!
Yes , Dominic , you couldn't make them worse/more scary!
Welcome aboard Shaista!
Thankxsz ye NanU !
I think you are right Uiscehkateens about Jazz and poetrty. Both messing with the dictionary of words and sounds.
It's not shite, there is shite, pretentious shite, but real talkin and not being sure is the real deal.
Do you have his address Nivby.I'd say he'd love it.
Thank you Titus!
I think Peter,Fish are like women, you can't just make a grab at them you have to tickle their fancy first.
Miss something EW? Why you were there!
the word I choose, believe it or not, is stochasticity, referring to that which is based on probability, ie shades of grey, not just black and white. The poem is called neutrino casino
I love the sound and the rhythm, but rather than jazz, I see foot-stompin', glass raisin' sing-alongs. I also see Easter, which is a really weird combination, if you think about it.
Fun! :-)
Love the word fuddle and the first line - not sure what it's about, but I'm seeing a touch of Lewis Carroll in there.
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