So here we are...Friday already...and it's time for my last small poem for this week and the end of this little project. First off I thought I would post this one:
What the arts editor thinks when your masterpiece arrives on their desk
Oh great
Just what the world needs
Another book of sodding* poetry
*Please replace with any other suitable expletive as required
RF 2009
But then I thought maybe there'd been enough poems about poetry this week already so I decided to go with this one instead:
Diaries
Years of experience
In a plastic crate from B & Q
Considering all that's in there
It's very quiet when you lift the lid
RF 2005
Maybe I'll write about diaries another time...I really have got a crate of them...but I'm out of words right now so I'll stop. Back next week.
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I got a kick out of them both, Rachel. You know, that second one is pretty deep.
lol, i have just such a box
Hi Susan...and do you know that 'Diaries' is the first poem of mine that Jim Murdoch said he liked? I remember these things...
And Swiss...maybe our boxes should meet. They might be friends.
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They are equally amusing, but I think you've gone with the right one - and not because of the expletive.
Thanks Dave...except of course I cheated and snuck both in.
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Heh, I don't think they even think that, they just sweep them into a large cardboard box that they keep at the end of the desk to be given to charity shops!
You confused me there, B. I thought you were talking about the diaries poem...but then I worked it out in the end.
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You made the week interesting. Thanks!
A neat comment on the muteness of past scribblings. I wish mine were as quiet. When I occasionally release the outpourings of relative youth from confinement, it yabbers and spouts at embarrassing volume.
Have a good weekend, Rachel. Stay warm!
I always expect to hear voices saying things like 'she never did that?', 'no, she did, she did!' and then of course a few 'why on earth did she think that was a good idea?'s.
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Diaries is a lovely poem.
I compare your free verse to my recent foreshortened-prose and I see, without question, that you are a poet and I am not. (I've very happy with that situation).
You are *such* a poet though.
Thanks Ken. Just don't tell the dogs.
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Your peoms are as intense as the enveloping silence
Which is exactly why I'm very hesitant to put an ms. together.
I love the Diaries poem. I kept them intermittently, when I was very young - as I got older they became lists.
Kat
Praveen
Hello and welcome. Thanks for your comment.
Kat
I started diaries properly at about 11 and only stopped once when I had a stern boyfriend who disapproved and thought them silly. After a while he just decided I was too silly and then once he was gone I got back to the diaries soon enough. An interlude of foolishness all round. I have a short poem about that time too ('Girls learn this only once'). It can apply to any kind of romantic relationship (not just girls/boys) but that is the one that inspired it hence its slant.
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