God Woman.
They weren’t fish from the sea
Any more than blue bears were
Black silhouettes of herself
God Woman mother of all
Making progress reach for the skies
Evolution not revolution,
parity stars, lights trouble
uncalled for. We all have a monkey
on our backs ,crystal clear,
blue is black in light relief.
I love the city, I hate the reality,
rapid fire irritation jarring.
We knew it was wrong,
Alchemy, conjuring.
Sing, sing ,sing,
reaction in the nightime:
Hearts on fire;
Blazing light;
Break my heart
Like an egg, like the question,
cracked into the heat.
We who could do anything choose
To do this, or this, or this?
I know the answer
If it's a poem, it has a million
beginnings a million chances,
I’m just dreading the end.
This is a control poem
This is the benchmark
The vice of neutral
The control experiment
The yardstick
By which
Others will be measured
This is the voice of reason
That’s reasonable, isn’t it?
Hardly treason
Hardly a revolution
This is the sensible shoe
Well heeled
The waxed barbour jacket of authority
This is a golden
The Sunday times
A bay windowed Victorian semi
Lint removed from its suit
Neatly pressed shirt
For the office on Monday
It won’t let anyone into the traffic queue
But it wouldn’t cut anyone up either
Unless they deserved it
Middle of the road
Suburban grey poem
Black and white
Is for rebels
And losers.
13 comments:
"God Woman" has such passion and possibility.
The control poem leaves me thinking about a black and white movie with loquacious actors.
You're well on form this weather, like the ending of the first one particularly - and how you turned middle of the road into a place for rebels in the second.
Nice reads!
Great stuff Peadar - I love the Control poem and fear I might fall into the urban grey sector, even though I'd love to live in more rural surroundings. Perhaps there's a rebel in us all, deep down.
man! I've missed a whole LOAD of excellent things round here, you're on FINE poetry form lately. I'm loving God woman, and the control poem is feckin great too. I wish I could formulate better words to say! I need more tea and some proper bread.... :-)
Point ~ counterpoint! I love these. You managed to incorporate the many images in that video - beautifully!!!!
(I smile every time I read the title of your blog)
God Woman mother of all
Making progress reach for the skies
Evolution not revolution,
Sounds like a good slogan to me...
Dreading the end - I hope I'm not still here when (if?) the worst happens to our world!
" God Woman" is colors, shapes,
places, sounds- especially the last 12 lines- thanks!
Loved both the poems...
"I know the answer
If it's a poem, it has a million
beginnings a million chances,
I’m just dreading the end." liked those closing lines...my sentiments exactly...
Gracious, Niamh's right, the cold must suit you big time.
God Woman is an incredible response, I particularly liked this section;
Evolution not revolution,
parity stars, lights trouble
uncalled for. We all have a monkey
on our backs, crystal clear,
blue is black in light relief.
And the second works so well, and love the summation of the last five lines. Mighty work, TFE.
Since I wrote my piece about the same prompt, I saw yours unfold, had a vision of you madly scribbling, and that was fun! When I came to this part, you got me in the heart:
"Break my heart
Like an egg, like the question,
cracked into the heat.
We who could do anything choose
To do this, or this, or this?"
And the "Control Poem" is devastating. Wow.
The first reminded me that Christy Moore did a song of the same name. "This is the voice of reason/hardly treason" - there's a song there! Shades of Robert Wyatt.
God Woman is full of intimations, possibilities and suggestions. It almost invites alternatives and alternative poems. It is exactly what I think a good poem should be.
The Control poem seemed to me to be mechanistic. No doubt that wa intended.
A good contrast.
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