Fuck the world (metaphorivcally speaking) but love it and hug it at the same time, it's ours (for the moment) and it's all we've got.We're also all it's got, except time and time is of the essence, time is what life is all about, sands slipping through the glass.
Say it, the page will soak it up , the bus will soak it up. We are human and we should shine while there is a darkness... or not.Say what you think if you like but try to say what you feel, the poetry bus is your safety net.You are amongst friends here.Rejoice and be glad.
Prof Jeanne Lakatos ( NB. That's Genie Lah-kay-toss) has set a fantabuloso task this week. Read it , HERE then WRITE!
Here is mine
Ten Minutes
A winter’s day in June
Leave the birds to their own tune
I’m stuck in my head with a thousand others
Dissonance and assonance
Sisters and brothers
Too many days in a lifetime
Too many nights in a nighttime
See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.
Blacker than pitch comes the crow
The dark of his eye seems to know
Everything is hopeless nothing and louder is best
Strike empty vessels to drown out the rest
Everything goes in, not over, my head,
nothing lets me sleep, or not sleep, as I weep
and wait and fear and dread.
Silence is as silence does, does, does
silence is golden here the world
hear the world, heal the world
hear the bees, see the bees,
hear the word buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz………
I've tried a hundred million fucking times to get my recording to upload and it won't. I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown by this stage so I gotta ask myself ' Punk , you feeling unlucky? I know what your thionking. Was it six times or only five you tried to upload your crap?'
I don't know any more , perhaps it's a blessing. I hATE computers fuck them all to hell. I give up.
26 comments:
cheery thoughts, especially the little rant at the end... and yes you are among friends :-)
Oh that let shivers down me spine.
Cracking start 'Winter's day in June'
I also like the use of the crow
'Blacker than pitch comes the crow
The dark of his eye seems to know'
It's a very eerie piece, it's like an echo at night.
I feel your pain when it comes to the audio upload/embed. It took me a good few tries to nail down the audio thing. I'm sure you'll crack it next time :)
That's beautiful, TFE... Have you been watching too much of that World Cup Soccer Tournament with that incessant drone? We know what your voice sounds like, so why not just leave this one to our imagination... unless, of course, you want to give it one more try!
My favorite part is:
See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.
Because I don't really know you - I'm applying this to my own life & how I tend to sting other people. It's been a perennial problem with my job reviews. Sigh.
I like the clover/over section. You need in-house tech support what like I have. Poets need help - it's unavoidable.
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Fantastic poem TFE. Join the club in hating computers - can't live with them, can't live without them.
It's so nice to read one of your gentle poems, Peadar. I miss them when you're gone.
The bees, yes the bees...buzz, buzz, buzz. As long as they're not wasps. Then I say, flatten the bastards!
Kat
Really liked the poignant:
See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.
Shame you couldn't upload the sound.
Fabulous poem. It's about 102 here in the shade in Louisiana and it's only June. Your poem cooled me off for a bit. Thanks!!
I think this is one of your best, TFE! You had me from the "winter's day in June" to the "buzz, buzz, buzz." Believe it or not, you are not alone! (Oh, and I didn't even try to upload. I know when I'm whipped.)
Favorite lines:
See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.
Obviously the weather is better in Wicklow than in Dublin!
You shouldn't precede your poem with a negative assessment of it - its really very good.
I like the too many nights in the nighttime, and all the doom conjured up. It's great for our poetry pleasure, though I hope you're having a much better day today.
I loved that
See the bees buzzing in clover
They sting and die once
Me? A million times over.
section too. God, everyone else has picked it. Pants to being late.
Great poem!
I must stop ranting Mrs Niamh, the blood pressure is rising.
Thanks Gwei Mui, glad you liked it!
You being sarcastic prof?
Don't sting people in job interviews, Bug, unless it's part of the job description.
I am beyond help Rachel as a poet and a human bean.
Don't start me Heather!Computers computers computers!
Jayney Mac Poetikat, I'm not gone yet,Teetering on the brink maybe, but not gone! :)
Thanks Domron.
I can ruin the weather anywhere Marion :)
Why thankly kindly, Karen.
WEll Pete I usually think they're great but I can't al;ways say it!
;)
Every day is poo, Nanu!
I think that's because the rest of it was so bad Titus!
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