Sunday, January 16, 2011

EEjits short day of the Poetry Bus soul.

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

Jules the Jewels is next

Rachel The Quick Brown Fox

Helen The Pleasure Dome

Feckin hell, complete caramel, it's Annell !

Izzy wizzy she's been busy

Kitty clay take it away bonkers Bagnell!

From Kitty to katy,breathtaking from EMERGING WRITER!

Dana the storm bug is cloudbustin

Karen's behind the curtains

Heather's sippin time

Can you keep Mairi's poetry secrets?

Have you bin enchanted by Chris?

The night puts a sock in it

Mr Kipling does make exceedingly good poems

Is it a bird, is it a plane? No! It's SUPERDAVE!

Ouch! OOh! Ughh! It's last gasp Canada Kat

For whom the bell curves, a pack of twenty from Titus

Bubba blesses us with a curse

Jinksy is stardust, she is golden, see her shine

Et en fin c'est Nuts pour fruits, je crois

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.


The Bug said...

Here I am!

Helen said...

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.

Niamh B said...

Just made it on now, Toughie, phew!

Heather said...

Just posted my little offering.

Emerging Writer said...

I'm on board here

Mairi said...

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.

Enchanted Oak said...

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

120 Socks said...

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.

Rachel Fox said...

Good touches in your poem - the scarred, the mind graves, the yeses (plural of yes?). More positive than you sometimes write... good!

Kipling said...

I'm up if interested! Not sure how to link yet!
Great poem , loved it, and agree with Mairi.

NanU said...

Oh, I likes your poem, I likes it!

Alas I have been dallying about all weekend and have nary a poem to offer today.
There are the prompts for the next two weeks:

120 Socks said...

Loved the last two lines. Great one TFE.

Dave King said...

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.

Karen said...

I finally just read your poem, Peadar and find it fine, fine! This may be my favorite of yours.

Emerging Writer said...

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

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

What's the deadline?

I've got one ALMOST ready!
(It's beating me up pretty good!)

Totalfeckineejit said...

Take your time time Bubba, this bus goes but it never leaves!

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

I'll have it done tomorrow!

Kat Mortensen said...

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:


Dave King said...

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.

Titus said...

I'm late, but I'm here:

Bubba! What a brilliant name. I thought you only got it in films!

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Finally finished! I hope there's a seat left on the bus for me!

Curse You, Sylvia Plath

Jinksy said...

And my ticket is
HERE amongst other nonsensical tomfoolery...