Poetry Sucks...

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 03 Oct 2013
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37 comments
 

 

I ditch my pen and paper...

go outside...sick and tired

of trying to write.  Water

in the fields lies deep

in brown-frowning furrows

where two lapwings sit

and contemplate

the nature of things.

 

Trenchant spikes

of bulrush stand tall

in my pond – overflowing

its banks . A kind of foreboding

pervades, as if winter hides

her imminent tirade

that, doubtless,

will end in tears

 

and the grey clouds

match my mood – two

shades darker, the green

of a eucalyptus

and the stubborn umber

of the buckthorn.

 

Something stirs,

something breathes,

and trembling thighs

of the white-barked

silver-birches kiss desire

from a fractious sky –

court a redolent wind.

 

Likewise, the lapwings

rise...ride the glorious

long spine of a thought-train

regardless of rhythm

or rhyme; all is hushed

save for murmurings

of the trees; poetry

indeed.

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Comments

Submitted by Jonathan_Dalton on

I like this. I too find the natural world endlessly inspiring; and I didn't even bother with national poetry day. I react badly to being told what to do, exponentially moreso when it's something creative - I tend towards the opposite thing, because I'm like that :P

Thanks for sharing.

Writer and human being

 

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Much obliged to you, Jonathan, for taking the trouble to read and comment so thoughtfully;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Did you really just write this when you knew it was National Poetry Day? I'm impressed! Also - the poem is lovely. I loved the rise at the end. Catherine  

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Catherine.  So pleased you enjoyed this one.  As to your question, I have invariably got a poem on the back-burner, so to speak, but this one really was written, almost of the cuff.  The countryside in Bedfordshire may not be stunning, but it is still quietly beautiful, and never ceases to inspire me.

Many thanks for reading, and sharing your thoughts;-)

Toma

 

Submitted by Bee on

That foreboding feeling - a sense of impending winterness - I got that yesterday. It was kind of warm and cold at the same time and a bit grey, pink and airless. I like the way your poem gently lifts at the end. Probably not making any sense to those with a brain, but as usual for your work, I enjoyed this very much. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee, you always make perfect sense, that is why you have such a way with writing, and I'm more than gratified you enjoyed my ramblings too;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Your poems are always so lyrical, Tina, and this is no exception. You so right in saying that not only nature inspires poetry, it is indeed poetry.

Luigi xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for that, Luigi;-)

Been out in my garden all afternoon, and watched the sunset across the fields.  Nuff said;-)

Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for that, Luigi. Much appreciated. 

Just finished reading one of your poems, by the way, and you appear to be on top form, to say the very least;-)

Tina xxx

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Breath taking use of language. Adore how you cunningly pull your reader in, with claims of writer's block and then bowl them over, leaving them behind, under wave after wave of linguistic delights. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And your comment, a 'linguistic delight' in itself.  Much appreciated;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by Shannan on

So true - nature is poetry in itself, so hard to capture in the words limited to a dictionary. Nice work. Keep well $

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Nevertheless, I'd be lost without my dictionary and Thesaurus...but I know exactly what you mean, and you are so right;-)

All the best to you.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

How do you come up with such amazing poems Tina?  There is so much poetic beauty in the natural world we see around us and you've captured all you see and shared it with us.  Lost for any other words on this one,  just want to say I thought you excelled yourself.  One I could read again and again.  Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Many thanks, Jenny.  Nature is so inspiring it takes all the credit...in my book, at least;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by tcook on

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Much obliged to you, Tony, and for 'pick of the week'.  It made mine;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by celticman on

nice one Tina. Some stand alone images are lightning to the eye, but together-well it's poetry.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, celtic;-)  I so admire your turn of phrase...and you're not wrong, in the least;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by CrazyCutter on

Beautiful. It's like a breath of life. 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

CC - so's your comment, and I thank you for it;-)

Tina

 

Submitted by animan on

Poetry indeed!

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, animan.  Both short...and sweet;-)

Tina

 

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

Sometimes I'm drawn back and have to comment, this is just a fantastic poem and fitting one of yours should be Tony's last pick. Wonderful Tina.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

fb...I was only thinking about you the other day.  Many thanks, indeed, for popping by, and if my poem was the reason, I'm so very glad. 

Tina;-)

 

Submitted by scratch on

Whenever I come to and comment on a poem that I haven't read that has got picked, especially one as good as this I feel like a bit of a short-changer.  Tina, this is a fab' poem and one that you can put in your cabinet of exceptional pieces if there is room.  Hughes' "The Thought Fox" creeps into my mind and that is no bad thing.  This is an absolute blinder.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Can't thank you enough, scratch.   I am a great admirer of Ted Hughes, but I must admit to never having read 'The Thought Fox'.  Shall look it up...forthwith;-) 

Tina

 

Submitted by blighters rock on

Poetry's in your blood, Tina. Looks what happens when you walk away from it; the poetry god follows you out, sprinkling upon you this absolutely faultless piece on the way. He wouldn't have done that it wasn't for your time-honoured diligence to write for beauty's sake.

When I read poetry like this (which is rarely), I'm prone to challenge its actual originality. A brain-wasp tells me it's verbally calculative, affected, domestic, cleverly stuck in some complex formula, but it's with a repeat read that I can even start to throw off the vernacular fool in myself and just take it in for what it is without preconception. That's where my own learning has gone wrong. I haven't been able to read for months, and ths poem showed me what I've been missing. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Fantastic crit of a great poem.  Sorry - had to comment.  I am Fanny Craddock to your Heston Blumethal (apologies for spelling - stopped watching telly sometime after Fanny Craddock and Val Singleton's legs).

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Richard - you're a star;-)  I value your words highly, and thank you so very much for them. 

Tina

 

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