Monday, December 27, 2010

Muse Swings The POetry Bus

THe last Poetry Busof 2010 and the worst physical present ever given to me was ...shoelaces! On my birthday. But what can you say about shoelaces that doesn't rhyme, chime,or be sublimely offputting for all things footing?

Shoelaces put me through my paces
they said more in the spaces
than the eyelets would allow
how?
Well,
Shoelaces caused me two faces one that cried 'How lovely'!
One that, well, just cried.
I've lied.
I didn't cry at all,
I loved them.



Well that was that and this is this, whatever this may be and it's this that I hope for...only better.


Past present


The greatest gift
The worst
Don’t give your love to me
I will break your heart
because despite the music
despite the stained velour
I could take your soul
but not your hand
180 degrees or 360
Centigrade or Celsius
There is no us, only me
I give fake, give lies , give
the glitterless prize,
Take hope destroy joy
The vainest of vices
I sense weakness
like all kissable
Incendiary devices
I’m going to blow up
In your face

13 comments:

Karen said...

Shoelaces? Sounds like something in a bad short story! So sorry. Oh...you liked them...

Well, I like Past Present very much! It feels raw and true.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Trust you to come up witjh the works!!
Very happy new year to you all.

Heather said...

Love the roses peeping over that huge rock - what a lovely thought, blue skies and roses. Two great poems but I don't believe the second one.

the watercats said...

shoelaces... nice! love the second poem, it's pretty volatile to read, which is a good thing! hope you had a very marvellous christmas! ;-)

Helen said...

Happy New Year .... shoelaces tie up loose ends ... all good!

Loved both of your poems.

Phoenix C. said...

I wish I'd had some shoelaces for Xmas - all mine are knotted together in several places!!

Great poems, like Heather I don't believe the second one though!

Peter Goulding said...

That second poem is right on the edge. Love the shoelaces!

The Bug said...

I'm with Heather about the 2nd one - although I think it's a fabulous poem, especially that last line.

Oh shoelaces! I love the thought that there is more to them that just that weaving on shoes.

Jeanne Iris said...

The Shoelaces poem really touched me. Your second poem brought back some bad memories that I thought had been rotting in the city dump for a while. Both are poignant and beautifully wrought!

Look forward to your first poem(s) of 2011!

patteran said...

Every present, however crap, has its day. Fumbling into my boots on Christmas afternoon so as to chase away the cat stalking the wrens, the lace broke. By the time I'd cut a length of string to fit, both cat and wrens had, ominously, disappeared. QED...

Niamh B said...

That second one is pretty special - especially the ending.
My worst present was an instruction booklet for a camera - without the camera.
Missed the bus this week, ah well, hopefully see ya next week.

AquaMarina said...

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO TFE!!
and many thanx for your comments to my blog xx

MuseSwings said...

I love your shoelace poem. Brilliant line about the spaces and eyelets! Thank you for hosting our weekly bus ride - been a fun trip! Have a wonderful new year TFE!