One for the road

I always act up when I’ve had a bit to drink
I never tread carefully, don’t stop to think
I always forget – consequences arise
I never can see through another person’s lies
I always become innocent and sweet
I never look, just take a carefree leap
I always regret ignoring my concerns
I never pay attention, forget I need to learn
I always swear ‘I won’t do that again’
I never can think ‘no’, don’t ever say ‘when’
I always think that just one more is fine
I never see until too late – I’ve stepped over the line
It’s so far behind me now
I’ve lost the friends I had
Drink will be my only mate –
How did it get so bad?

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This week on dVerse Meeting the Bar, our bar-keep Gay has set us a huge challenge – to create a new form of poetry. I must confess, at first I felt rather floored by this. I’ve never really spent a great deal of time learning form – but then it’s only been a few months since I revisited my love of poetry writing. Its form wasn’t really ever something we learned at school (what a shame), although we did read quite a bit. So… after a little moment of ‘eeek!’ I decided to attack this in a simplistic way.

Rather than trying to research different styles and then getting frustrated at not being able to master the existing version, let alone create something new, I thought about the words themselves, about synonyms, antonyms, that kind of thing (I told you it was basic!). Since I came across this week’s theme just before 7pm UK time (courtesy of Bjorn’s blog), whilst waiting for my train home from Gatwick Airport, I don’t think I’ve done too badly – it was less than two hours ago!

So – my form, which I will name ‘Oppositional Rhyme’ has four ‘rules’:

1) The lines operate in pairs

2) The first word of each line must be the same – in this case, I used ‘I’

3) The second word should be pairs of antonyms – in my example, I used ‘always’ and ‘never’

4) The poem can be any length you like, but there should be four final lines that round off the poem which do not follow the first three ‘rules’. Otherwise it could go on, and on, and on.

Hmm… I thought it was quite simple… but now it doesn’t sound it!

By the way, the theme of this poem has nothing to do with me as such, except that for once in my 4 times a year journey to Jersey, Channel Islands and back (on the same day), I had a little drinky on the flight home. It was very enjoyable – but I do have to be firm with myself because I do have an addictive personality. It’s not too hard for me to imagine the lure of the bottle.

I hope you enjoy my offering – and do take the time to have a look at what the other creative types have dreamed up.

Gestation

She picks the colour
of the paint
with care and deliberation,
the background must
act as the perfect foil.
The walls are not quite smooth,
the minor imperfections
are not unwanted, but reflect,
in their matt-coated manner,
that life is generally forked
with deviations from
the straight and narrow.

She strokes them all,
the tailors’ dummies,
in her mind’s eye
placing them here, then there,
in this corner, in that bay window,
eventually selecting a figure
encased in plain ticking
that reminds her of oatmeal.
She can feel the texture,
rough under her fingertips,
the mild abrasiveness
transmits a shiver
deep into her bones.

For now, this is all she needs.
A space, something to lend
a sense of scale and proportion.
Soft daylight, filtered by trees.
High ceilings.
Muted, muffled, cocooned.
Here, she will grow.
Here, she will shape her future.
Here, she will unfurl.

 

Gestation

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For today’s dVerse Meeting the Bar, Claudia asks for us to use metaphor to convey feelings, rather than just being direct and obvious. No sounds in here, no smells, but plenty of visuals for what’s going on with me. This is very much autobiographical. Starting afresh – here we say ‘a clean slate’. Much as I love slate, it’s not a comfortable place to lay your weary body.

I hope you enjoy my offering. I’ll link up once the pub doors have been thrust open at 3PM EST, and see if I can sneak in a sound-recording as well. Please do go and read the other poems offered up for your delight. No two will be the same, I guarantee it – all will bring you something to enjoy, which I also guarantee!

Saluki

My faithful friend
has soulful eyes and wisdom
beyond her years.
Aeons of understanding
are ensconced inside
that domed and silken skull.
Knowledge pulsates with every heartbeat,
each inward breath absorbs my fears
and calms my concerns.
Oh noble beast, traveller through time
companion of pre-history
right-hand protector to monarchs
and serfs alike.
Continue with me now,
humour my desire for a silent witness
to my trifling joys and tribulations.
I know you are so much more than this – a pet –
be here for me and I will re-pay you a thousandfold.

 

Saluki

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MarinaSofia is another new host here at the dVerse Poets Pub. She debuts tonight and as she polishes the glasses, inspects the optics and makes sure the pumps are working at their best capacity (we’re a thirsty lot!), she asks us to ponder on animals. We have free reign to approach our chosen beast in any way we wish – how generous of her!

I have chosen a dog – not because I have one (although, as you may remember, I am sharing a residence with Fuji-sensei), but because I would really, really like to own my own dog someday. Whilst writing this piece, I pictured the noble Saluki, which is one of the oldest known breeds of domesticated dog. Perhaps that will be my breed of choice, one day when I am lucky enough to be able own one?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my poem – please do visit dVerse and marvel at the talents of my fellow poets!