Saturday, December 18, 2010


Good winter and yuletide felicimations to thoust all fair blog people of the bus, the worst organized weekly prompt on the planet,and all the better for it!

The Summer In Siam

Remember how the stars shone
For us alone, we stole each one
Lit our dreams in coloured sleep
True until the end

Let me dream ,wake me
20 years from now
Leave autumn’s blind
Indifference for times’
Stark Trembling delirium
russet leaf and fallen gold

Let late Winter’s necessity
be the gates by the cross
Give us a final dance
For who we were
And not what we became

This aged world shaped us
Took our vibrant colour dreams
For blacks bleak crackle
To flitter us free
Like the dead leaves
Of a forgotten past

Spring may come to
The minds eye hot in Casablanca
Black and white memories
But these closed eyes under
Penny weights see only colour
Dream only of you and
the summer in Siam


Heather said...

That's a beautiful poem Peadar and I love the photos too, especially the second one. No.4's pretty good and the last one betrays your romantic nature!

The Poetry Bus said...

Thanks Heather, glad you like them. You geting on the bus? Tis nice and warm!

izzy said...

So- I love the way stars can light dreams with colors! and I love the flow of it too- Thanks!

Helen said...

The combo of the dreamy music video and your poem ??? Pretty powerful stuff.

Carolina Linthead said...

You skillfully present the idea that, like winter takes autumn, this "aged world" takes us. "Give us a final dance for who we were and not what we became," indeed! Your last verse is just too gives the phrase "dead of winter" a whole new meaning, methinks. This is very fine work, Peadar, a rough nugget of great value!

The Bug said...

Great poem - I like all the talk of color even when things are black & white.

Enjoyed the video too - I hadn't heard that song. Nice.

Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMotte said...

Thanks for visiting my blog. weaving has some historical aspects if you go back to the Silesian weavers. The pic captures something to think about.

Karen said...

I am struck by the contrast between now and then. Isn't that why we love memories? We can be who we were and not what we have become. The stars still shine in memory.

Emeniano A Somoza Jr said...

Masterful handling of parallel running times and metaphors; truly an engaging write!

Don't Feed The Pixies said...

great pictures - Shane MacGowan is a slightly scary bloke. His dentist is rubbish though

Niamh B said...

That poem is lovely indeed. It feels familiar, the vibrant colour dreams being taken is striking, and I like the Stark Trembling delirium, who doesn't?

Enchanted Oak said...

I'm in agreement with the Linthead. That line.... "Give us a final dance for who we were and not what we became," .... moves me so much. It's a well-crafted poem, Peadar, and it leaves me the reader with a sense of hope even as time as done its damage. You still dream.

The Weaver of Grass said...

What I love about your poetry Peadar is that it wanders. It wanders hither and thither, picking up ideas and scattering them at random and leaving behind a lot of food for thought. Happy Christmas.

NanU said...

Nice pome, TFE, you've done it again. The photo with the trees in the evening is just gorgeous!

MuseSwings said...

So - I've not forgotten. The 27th is my turn to uhm dive. I have Monday's challenge posted and you'll find it here

ArtSparker said...

A linkage in feel if not if style to the Talking Heads

Letting the days go by
There is water underground

Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was.

The photos are great, especially the one with the doggie, and I like your descendant poem.

Shaista said...

Merry Christmas to the world's greatest blogger :)
Hope you're staying warm and away from the icy slippy roads. Isn't it lovely to have the lights on everywhere? 'Tis almost the final dance of the Tiger, before the year of the Rabbit gently scampers in...

Dr. Jeanne Iris said...

Beautiful and romantic! I like the movement in and out of color... or colour. ; ) Merry Christmas!