Today, we are attempting the ode in the style of Pablo Neruda, the Nobel prize-winning Chilean poet who developed his own style of ode, dedicated to the mundane, the ordinary, the everyday.
My mundanity is something most of us have to contend with, and yet I think we kind of love it, even if it doesn’t make us happy all of the time…
I hope you enjoy my offering…
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– Down the rabbit hole –
You drive me to achieve what I would fail to do myself – in the morning you hustle and chivvy me along to the rhythm of my beating heart – ‘Don’t be late, don’t be late’ you cry as if you were Alice’s white rabbit brought to life – every mechanical, clinking, clanking cog working harmoniously to save my from myself, from the terror of missed trains and the ire of irate colleagues – and yet my love for your dependability turns sour in an instant when I forget to silence you at weekends. O alarm clock – are you my master or are your hands in mine, when all is said – and done?
The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Ye Pirate and Ese.
This week we are invited to be innovative. Instead of completing our prose with a haiku, we can choose an alternative style of oh-so-brief poetry. I have selected the Cambodian pathya vat style – four lines of poetry where the second and third lines must rhyme.
This week is also prompt week, and i have chosen the Mexican proverb ‘It is not enough to know how to ride – you must also know how to fall’ as my inspiration.
Please do go and check out the other entries by visiting the co-hosts’ blogs and finding the InLinkz linky thing! There are some very talented writers out there…
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– One Wild Song –
The weather yesterday was what I told myself to be the winter version of the day of my dad’s funeral – blue skies, here and there the odd wisp of teased, cotton wool clouds, everywhere crisp and bright.
It was a fitting day for us all to gather for his memorial service. A man who loved colour in his clothing as well as in his art, he would have delighted in such a day to celebrate his life, his achievements, his work.
Throughout the service – a mixture of classical music, hymns, choral works, poetry and other readings – I kept on thinking that I wouldn’t have been surprised if the man himself had arrived, charging down the aisle in a puff of cigar smoke, rainbow-hued tie flailing. It was all so ‘him’. The stunning surroundings, the atmosphere, the sheer grandeur of it all, yet wrapped in an intimacy so tangible it could almost be touched and held close.
So many amazing sentiments were expressed. They were touching, even humorous at times, topped off by a huge round of applause fit to lift St Paul’s Cathedral from its foundations and expose the OBE Chapel to the world outside.
It could have been no better.
clapping of hands stings in echoes for life that flows – sorrow no more
This week’s dVerse Poetics is asking us to look to the future and wax poetic on what we see there. I’m not sure if this fits the sci-fi that Bjorn would like to see, but I’m all about the dystopia, so this is what you’re getting! It’s partially inspired by the Silo series of books by Hugh Howey which I absolutely adore.
I hope you enjoy my creation – and please visit dVerse to read the other imaginings of my fellow poets!
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