Now, I know – dVerse Meet the Bar

How many times do you turn tangled memories

over and over in your mind?

How many half-heard conversations

do you decide were just concoctions of a wishful-thinking

wondering?

Images advance and recede, side-step and sway

out of your vision – and the faces, oh the faces,

they are wreathed in wraith-like wisps of mist,

tantalisingly out of reach.

You fear that you are merely fanciful, creating a castle of cards –

oh, no, not a house! – of four feuding families

that will collapse under the weight of your expectation.

‘Where did I come from?’

‘What blood runs like rivulets in my veins?’

Now, I know. Now, I know.

 


The lovely Björn was this week’s host over at dVerse, the poet’s pub, where he asked us to use alliteration and consonance in our poems. I used this opportunity to reflect on some news I received this week about a certain part of my family’s history. It answered a great deal of questions that have been floating around in my head for a long time.

If you feel like putting pen to paper, so to speak, head on over to dVerse and join in!

Aleksander_Gierymski,_Żydówka_z_pomarańczami

This is “Jewess with Oranges” painted by Aleksander Gierymski.

Irrelevant anyway – DVerse Open Link Night 258

in the face of –

darling, you simply don’t have what it takes – 

you have to believe that you do.

because if you don’t, then what the hell is it all for?

what is it for,

if you are a mere memory, ever fading, whispered on the wind that will never brush your long-gone skin?

what is it for,

if your life’s work is only what you have created at the behest of others,

filed away in a forgotten archive

until, archive found, a person never to be known to you decides that since

your name is unknown to them and unknown to whom they are beholden

you were irrelevant anyway?

 

and then you are gone

 

what is it for,

if you cannot believe in yourself?

what is it for?

what is the essence of you?

what does what you have left behind

 

say,

 

about you?

 

do not let them tell you

that for which you yearn is of no relevance

that the only way is the way from which you turn

that success is not worth chasing

that the aching in your bones is only physical

that you can take pills for that

that you can put all that to one side

 

that

 

is wrong.

 

Keep writing.

That is who you are.

 


This is my belated entry to the Dverse Open Link Night, that lovely poets pub was open for business for poetry old and new, of any kind. I, on the other hand, was not open, so I hope there are a few poets lounging around today, nursing a pint of craft beer or a single malt whiskey.

It surely isn’t too late to take part – why not pop on over there to join in or just read some varied and wonderful work?

dVerse Meet the Bar – What lies beneath?

There is no telling what you will see
Lying in wait under the tree
Distracted by baubles, I have no mind
Of the type of present you will find
Here’s to hoping it will be
Something apt for you, from me!

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Slightly late to the party here, it’s time for Meet the Bar over on dVerse – the host in the lively and noisy pub (cos you know, poets reciting in all the corners!) is the lovely Björn.

He introduces us to a delightful Swedish custom of adding a simple rhyme verse to Christmas presents, which they open on Christmas Eve. He invites us to share our present poems with the rest of the bar.

Mine is, as ever, a little sideways, but also apt. My memory lets me down on occasion – doesn’t yours?

Please head on over to the dVerse poets pub – settle in, read, maybe join in? You’re always welcome!