Sunday, February 20, 2011

120 Socks , rocks the BUs!!


Vespertine


To return to the
ageing skin

Feel summers waning amber, a

listless agonic warmth,

parchment dry, paper thin.


What is this thing inside a head

that says “write everything down” ?

We will all pass away,

chosen or not,

head up, or eyes downcast.

Become new-found objects,

as relics of a past.


26 letters cannot be changed

26 letters that neither delay,

nor deny, the tide.

Toll after tolls

Waiting to go, or stop.

There is nothing else.

My lost soul begs

to differ,

my lost self

looks for better.





Lots of different poems on the bus every week.Everybody and anybody can get on this bus and say what they like. How exciting is that? So many different minds and ideas, so many different lives all on the same bus. You never know who will sit next to you on a bus.

Have a look

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23 comments:

120 Socks said...

Sorry nearly missed picking you up for the bus as I was in the middle of a rant about The Black Swan!

I really like the journey and the questioning in this poem and the aspirational ending of it.

Peter Goulding said...

My God, but you're in a cheerful mood today.
Actually, a very good analysis of mortality and the need to be remembered. Some great images

Helen said...

Twenty-six letters that can't be changed .. paying toll after toll ~ reality can bite! I enjoyed your amber hued view.

The Bug said...

Perhaps your lost self should stow away with Peter & all the rich folk...

Niamh B said...

Thank you for teaching me today's new word.

a slightly sad one here - but a warm (or at least emotional) reflection on amber-ness all the same

Titus said...

Ooh, that's good. I like the softness of the melancholy of the meditation. And it's like a brother to the poem what I wrote. Except better, damn you.

Dave King said...

You must tell me where you get those amber tinted spectacles. Great stuff.

izzy said...

I really like your piece here!
'agonic' is great. thanks.

NanU said...

The letters can be changed, they can! I'm sure of it. I'm feeling all shivery about the long future now. Will I be able to let go? Thought-provoking pome, maestro!

Lucy Westenra said...

Don't stay lost too long, TFE! Won't do your poetry any good.

Kat Mortensen said...

"Waning amber and agonic warmth" - I really feel this, Peadar. Lovely treatment.

Kat

Totalfeckineejit said...

Haven't seen The Black Swan, Socks. Should I ? Great driveling thankslo!

Totalfeckineejit said...

I'm H.A.P.P.Y I'm H.A.P.P.Y I know IO am I'm sure I am I'm H.A.P.P.Y.

THanks Pedro!

Totalfeckineejit said...

THank you Helen.

Totalfeckineejit said...

I think yopu might be right Mrs Bug!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Niamh if the new word is agonic it's new to me too. I was checking how to spell ageing/aging and came across it and stuck it in!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Titus, but I beg to differ!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Specsavers Dave :)

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Izzy agonic is great, I must learn to use it!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks NanU, I likes that!

Totalfeckineejit said...

I'm forever lost (hopefully)Lucy!
And you may be right! THanks too.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanklee Kato!

MuseSwings said...

I know the feeling well - I feel the importance of not only writing it down but leaving it somewhere where others can find it before I start pushing up daisies. Maybe I'll drop it off at the library. Then I'll check with them a week or so later and they'll remind me of where the recycled paper bin is. Excellent and thoughtful ticket you have presented to our bus driver!