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!

Stripped – dVerse Open Link Night

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excise the superfluous

distil to the essence

strip away fat

reveal the bones

expose meaning to the light

and then write


 

Tonight is Open Link Night over at dVerse. No theme, no particular form, just poetry of your own choice. My offering tonight is very short, but that reflects the whole point of the message!

If you hunger for more – more length, more delicacy, more romance, more form, more poetry, head on over to dVerse and enjoy – take part, even!

Veritas – dVerse

If I had the belief
had the guts to be street-wise,
could save my own spirit
from those pernicious, damned white lies,
I’d grasp it with both hands
and take the world on my plate
adopt the mentality,
eliminate the disparity
that pervades every alleyway, back street and door,
I’ve said it too many times
from down here, from the floor
that the shadow that dogs us,
pulls us down to the ground
is the vague sense of emptiness,
the lack of completeness,
the dullness, great sadness,
the all-pervading madness,
no – there ain’t no Messiah
at the bottom of that glass,
or in that last chocolate chip cookie
I’m adding to my ass,
no, where we’re all going
– those silent, straight rows –
won’t give us the second chance,
we can’t repeat the romance,
do it all over again,
have just one more, sweet last dance,
excuse our poor ability,
blame our short life’s fragility,
nobody will do it for us, it’s a tragedy
of giant proportions
we can’t believe the distortions
the hard work is necessity
and we must do it ourselves –
be our own self-believers
and lovers, and fighters
for at the end of my journey
when the white light is calling
the one, the last judge on my mind
will be me.

 

Veritas

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This week, on dVerse Poetics, Anthony has asked us to write a poem using at least 5 of the words below:

 – Messiah, Allegory, Luminous, Plate, Shadow, Door, Persona, Glass, Vitiligo, Epochal, Pernicious, Warmth –

What a collection! I didn’t really have a particular idea in mind before I started, but then, as is often the case, my poet brain took over. It’s a bit of a rant – about trusting yourself, about not buying into consumerism, about feeling free to be your true self… Lots of issues, mixed up in one, big old chunk of words. I think I’m still considering Claudia’s question yesterday about how real we get in our writing. And I just know that each poem offered up by the dVerse community will be vastly different. A great prompt, Anthony!

Please pop over to dVerse to see how others have taken the bait – and enjoy!