Is this too early for the Poetry Bus? It did used to be the Monday Poem, I know, but Mondays...the worst day to be organised! Plus I see a couple of others have got to posting already so I'm going for it too.
This week's Poetry Bus mission is to look at four images on this post over at the Swiss Lounge and then get on and do some of that poetry business. Perhaps unsurprisingly I started with this picture:
and wrote the following poem. I haven't done a rhymer for a couple of weeks...so it was bound to happen about now. A successful, unpredictable rhyme just makes me feel good...it's like good tunes, real emotion, warm sunshine...even if the topic's low in places the rhyme can do something clever and give the brain that little reward that takes it up high. At least that's how it seems to me anyway...but I am aware this is not a popular view amongst poets currently (bah, poets...what do they know?).
There's a crowd at the bottom of the sacred bed
'Your chart looks bad' are the words first said
Then 'the stars have called and their view is clear
Say your last goodbyes 'cos you're out of here'
So the body in the bed feels sad and blue
Well, condemned like that, wouldn't you do too?
And the crowd looks sure but it could be wrong
Who's to say this route won't run on and on?
'I don't want to leave yet' moots the lying voice
A tad hopeful re the powers of consumer choice
'Can't you make me better, can't you put me right?
I'll make it worth your while, I'll set the world alight!'
But the crowd looks down at the chart once more
Shakes a communal head, makes for communal door
And the soul's left bare with its cage laid low
And it struggles and it sighs and it's aching so
After that poem was out I found I was also quite taken with one of the other images too...this one:
So I then wrote a little completely rhyme-less poem with the above in mind (less tune, less light, less words...but still doing something, I think). Most of all I like variety, you know...in writing and in everything...it is my religion, sort of.
You're very far away
And there is weather
Someone is painting you
Change shot by change
But people, if you want some really good poems go to my last post...I put some Philip Larkin up there!
Fiction at the Friary
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