We're skating on thin ice,one world above , one below.Break the ice,down we dive to deeper and darker waters, we will not drown, deeper breathing in and out, inhale exhale,poetry is oxygen, ponder and think and delve and dwell deep within the chambers of ourselves for a little while.
More passengers welcome, see full prompt in previous post.Meanwhile across the globe breaths and chances have been taken and the dark muse kissed.
The early bird catches the bus, first up is...
a double whammy from Jeanne the ovaltiney
HERE and
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Jules the Jewels is next
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Rachel The Quick Brown Fox
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Helen The Pleasure Dome
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Feckin hell, complete caramel, it's Annell !
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Izzy wizzy she's been busy
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Kitty clay take it away bonkers Bagnell!
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From Kitty to katy,breathtaking from EMERGING WRITER!
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Dana the storm bug is cloudbustin
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Karen's behind the curtains
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Heather's sippin time
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Can you keep Mairi's poetry secrets?
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Have you bin enchanted by Chris?
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The night puts a sock in it
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Mr Kipling does make exceedingly good poems
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Is it a bird, is it a plane? No! It's SUPERDAVE!
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Ouch! OOh! Ughh! It's last gasp Canada Kat
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For whom the bell curves, a pack of twenty from Titus
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Bubba blesses us with a curse
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Jinksy is stardust, she is golden, see her shine
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Et en fin c'est Nuts pour fruits, je crois
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And here's mine.
Dog day Sunday.
Rhythm yes,
harmony of sorts
a gospel choir of thoughts.
Life’s breath, yes,
but laboured, shallow, scarred.
I see, I hear, I fear,
full moons and jet planes,
darkness on the borders.
A beat, yes,
blood pumps
squeezed tight, tighter.
I tread these mind graves
softly, the hour short,
but not yet up, not yet out.
Life’s Clock ticks still,
perhaps Chances left,
extra time, injury time,
to fight fire with fire,
and live life, with love.
23 comments:
Here I am! http://danabugseyeview.blogspot.com/2011/01/poetry-bus-stormy-weather.html
I hear Birthday wishes are in order ... wishing you the happiest ever. (you don't have to trim those eyebrows - I said so!)
Poetry as oxygen ... yes.
Just made it on now, Toughie, phew!
Just posted my little offering.
I'm on board here
Second stop for me, and so far two for love,optimism and internal rhyme. 1 more and I'll have to declare an epidemic. I like the idea of extra time, injury time. You know how often they score in the last minute.
A glorious ending there, TFE, for your Dog day Sunday. You made me ache, yep, until you hit that last hurrah!
I've been absent w/o leave for two weeks. Feels good to be aboard.
My Bus ticket is here
I'm on board, and a right depressing one it is too. Remind me never to listen to the silence late at night again! Apologies in advance. Happy Birthday by the way.
Good touches in your poem - the scarred, the mind graves, the yeses (plural of yes?). More positive than you sometimes write... good!
x
I'm up if interested! Not sure how to link yet!
Great poem , loved it, and agree with Mairi.
Oh, I likes your poem, I likes it!
Alas I have been dallying about all weekend and have nary a poem to offer today.
But!
There are the prompts for the next two weeks: http://sciencegirltraveler.blogspot.com/2011/01/poetry-bus-for-january.html
Loved the last two lines. Great one TFE.
Yeah I'm on - first out of the garage this merry morn - but methinks I gave my ticket to the wrong clippy! Now I'm going to relax.
Fine poem from that EEJIT fellow-me-lad, I thought! Tell him so if you see him.
I finally just read your poem, Peadar and find it fine, fine! This may be my favorite of yours.
Hi TFE, can you put my link on the list pretty please?
I like how you're linking hte breathing with the regular heartbeat. Rhythm is working well
What's the deadline?
I've got one ALMOST ready!
(It's beating me up pretty good!)
Take your time time Bubba, this bus goes but it never leaves!
I'll have it done tomorrow!
This is some way to celebrate your birthday, TFE. I'm sure there's a lot of breath left in you yet.
I love the last few lines especially, but those "mind graves" are haunting, indeed.
I can't believe, I posted mine yesterday and completely forgot to let you know! It's now 2:15 a.m. and I am awake because something was niggling; so here I am:
http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com/2011/01/poetry-bus-take-deep-breath_17.html
Kato
I've read this several times - can't keep away, you see - and liked it more each time. I think it's cast some sort of spell.
I'm late, but I'm here:
http://titusthedog.blogspot.com/2011/01/bus-tfes-breathing-bus.html
Bubba! What a brilliant name. I thought you only got it in films!
Finally finished! I hope there's a seat left on the bus for me!
Curse You, Sylvia Plath
And my ticket is
HERE amongst other nonsensical tomfoolery...
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