Wellspring -Poetic Bloomings

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If I swallowed

a dictionary

from each of

the countries

the languages

of this world

(and beyond)

could I

would I

ever express

the joy of this life

craft with words

pleasures so simple

as tea sipped from a china cup

as coffee cake, moist and rich

as sun warming my skin

as my soul unfurling in the lazy afternoon?

would all the dictionaries

in all the worlds

suffice?


 

Today, over at Poetic Bloomings, we are asked to find our inspiration from the poem ‘Peaceful Summer Day’ by Gary R Ferris, which you can read in today’s blog post.

I took my inspiration from the line ‘There are no brilliant words that I could ever say’. I hope you enjoy it! Please do head on over to Poetic Bloomings to immerse yourself in the poems you find there – and why not take part yourself?

The never life – Poetic Bloomings

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seasons pass so hither and thither

as we walk about with our heads laid down

searching screens for ideas anew

all-while forgetting the me and the you

all-while forgetting the me and the you

we are in front of each other

with our vacant plate faces

searching for something in far away places

searching for something in far away places

that bag, that car, that three bed, four bath

as if our existences only have meaning

beyond our own souls, so parched and keening

beyond our own souls, so parched and keening

is nothing worth having, we ignore the truth

the truth of the empty have-it-all journey

hurtling prone on a rubber-wheeled gurney

it’s no life, I tell you

it’s death in suspension

all while we’re forgetting

the me and the you


 

Today, over at Poetic Bloomings we are invited to choose a quote, and let our poetry bloom from there.

I have become (recently) a huge admirer of E.E. Cummings’ poetry, and so I couldn’t resist jazzing on his poem, ‘Anyone lived in a pretty how town’, which as I understand it, is about the loss of identity in the modern world. Funny how this is so prescient – he would have a field-day with that theme now, I think.

My specific inspiration for my poem was the final verse:

“Women and men(both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain”

I hope you enjoy my offering – please do head on over to Poetic Bloomings to read more – and do take part if you can!

Bitter sun – Poetic Bloomings

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the (hang)-dog days of summer

tangle themselves in my hair

and the curlicue corkscrews plaster themselves

to my forehead, shiny and greasy with sweat.

I attempt to cool myself

and enjoy a chilled glass of wine

but all I get is a headache

a dry mouth and a hankering for shade.

Summer nights under the stars ain’t all that –

in the northern hemisphere,

once the sun has gone and the sky is cloudless

you’re wishing for your duvet

and a hot cup of tea.

stars may be beautiful, tiny jewels above your head

but they don’t protect you from the chill

and crawling gooseflesh skin.

Yah, kissed by the sun is just  a euphemism –

for scorching sunburn –

for skin raked raw by sand

and swimsuit straps,

and don’t even tell me about trying to pat yourself dry after that needle-sharp shower.

Me? I love summer…


 

Here’s my latest offering to my new found love – ah, Poetic Bloomings, you are a treasure! Tonight, we are asked to use four (or more) of the ten phrases that are often used to sum up the summer experience.

I had great fun with this – and please, take it all as tongue in cheek. I love what passes for Summer here in the UK, although I do wish we had more, errr, sun!

Please do hope on over to Poetic Bloomings to take part, or just read and enjoy!