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November 28, 2017
Alternative way
If you are feeling at a low ebb
Despondent unable to cope, with lifes web
Heartbroken, unappreciated
Clothed but feeling stark naked
When you want to give up,stop, look for hope
Regroup, retrench and for a moment,be a castle in a moat
Find your essence, the centre of your being
Retreat into your inner eye, do new seeing
Let go of all the things you can’t control
Hold all your strengths and blessings to extol
Grieve for dreams unfulfilled
Wishes and hopes that have chilled
Then parcel that grief and toss it away
Breath deep the scent of the happiness bouquet
Find small green shoots to nurture, even in the devastation
Don’t give up, hold on, it’s all in the interpretation
Find lifes alternative way.
Ups and Downs
What is it with life
it has ups and downs
Pleasure and pain
Joy and heartbreak
do the rounds
Would that our lives
could, just be pleasure
No pain or woe
for us to measure.
Why is it, things
go so wrong?
Bad things happen
not like in songs
How do I deal
with the days
that are black
When the roof
caves in
The cheque
bounces back
I have to dig
in deep
To my reserves
my internal resevoir.
What is it with life
it has ups and downs
Pleasure and pain
joy and heartbreak
do the rounds.
November 27, 2017
New passion
Newly met
Learning yet
Thunder rumbles
Lightening strikes
Nerve endings raw
Pouring down wild and wet
Getting ready getting set
Unexpected newly directed
Thoroughly affected
Passion takes hold unrestrained
Nothing about this can be tamed
Mind pictures set the flames
Until the lust peaks and wanes
Lay your head
Lay your head on my heart
Feel the beats stop and start
Our mind pictures blending
the feelings we are tending
feel the warmth of my skin
it must be win win
Reach out to me
Feel the beats stop and start
describe your feelings
in this time we are stealing
a time free to care
we have little to spare
Lay your head on my heart
Feel the beats stop and start
Poetic Voice
Poetic voice.
Poetic voice is something that I am thinking about at the moment and I would love to get others views.
Here’s a piece setting out some nuts and bolts about poetic voice that you may agree or disagree with do tell me.
I am also struggling with some questions that I would love your take on them.
What is Poetic Voice?
According to one dictionary of critical terms
, to speak of voice in a poem is to:
… characterize the tonal qualities, attitudes, or even the entire personality of this speaker as it reveals itself directly or indirectly (through sound, choice of diction, and other stylistic devices)…[voice]
reminds us that a human being is behind the words of a poem, that he is revealing his individuality by means of the poem, and that this revelation may be the most significant part of what we receive from the poem… Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics. Ed. Alex Preminger. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1965.
In poetry, the term ‘voice’ refers to the way in which you translate what’s in your head to the outside world. Poetic voice is very simply the way that you write. It is your choice of words, the order of your words, the length of your sentences, the weight of your stanzas, the length of your poems, your use of imagery, your choice of subjects, your outlook, and everything else that goes into the writing of a poem. While any of these aspects of your writing can change from one poem to the next, general patterns will surface over time.
I read recently that you can always recognise the poetry of Laura Adcock by her cool almost icy tones, that Emily Dickerson is noted for her brevity and use of words (somebody said you could sing most of her poems to the tune of The Yellow Rose if Texas…..I haven’t tried it!) These are just a couple of examples of poets recognised by their style.
What is running around in my mind at the moment is:
Is the development of voice just about developing a formula that allows the poet to easily write a poem….becomes habit for example?
Does recognising a voice mean that the reader can prejudge where the poem will go…rather like books by authors that continue to use the same plot formula in their books.
How does the poet keep their voice fresh and authentic?
There are lots of other thoughts sculling in my brain.
What is your take on poetic voice?
November 26, 2017
Sharing Time
Sharing time with you
Makes me happy
Respite from reality
A secret space
Touch and embrace
Feelings of vitality
Wrap close around me
Like tendrils of morning mist
Clinging, hard to resist
Sharing time with you
Is the pinnacle of my week
Emotional peak
From that first meet, kiss
The feelings of bliss
Engulf me
You feed my mind
I reply in kind
Cerebral compatibility
Time
Night turns too quickly to early morn
As I follow the spark of an idea
And the tick of the clock fails to warn
The fall of the second hand, seems to scorn
As I write oblivious to reason
Night turns too quickly to early morn
I am driven to create ideas unborn
To be shaped into the arena
And the tick of the clock fails to warn
Between punctuation and profundities thorn
I do not recognise my tired demeanor
Night turns too quickly to early morn
Lack of sleep a serious cause to mourn
Tomorrow i will recognise this schema
And The tick of the clock fails to warn
Without rhyme or reason passion feels stillborn
Productivity precedes amnesia as
Night turns too quickly to early morn
And the tick of the clock fails to warn
This is an edited version of Ticking Clock removing all the ing words.
November 25, 2017
Ticking Clock
Late nights turn quickly to early morning
As I recognise the spark of an idea
Whilst the ticking clock issues no warning
Space between the second hand is falling
Recognising potential could be the reason
Late nights turn quickly to early morning
I will have recognised a new dawning
of ideas, to be pushed in the arena
Whilst the ticking clock issues no warning
Between punctuation and profundities crossing
I do not recognise my tired demeanor
Late nights turn quickly into early mornings
Lack of sleep, causes serious mourning
Tomorrow I will recognise this schema
Whilst the ticking clock issues no warning
Without rhyme or reason need becomes longing
Recognising insomnia and amensia
Late nights turn into early mornings
The ticking clock issues no warning
Written in the Villanelle form.
Day Twenty-Three – NanoPoblano – Poem/Poetry – “Primal Progress” by David Ellis (A Double Elevensie Poem)
A new poetry form to try.
toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish)
Hey there all of you Ginger Rogers’s and Fred Astaires, let’s dance!
It’s Day Twenty-Three of NanoPoblano AKA National Blog Posting Month (but with a cadre of peeps going by the moniker of as Cheer Peppers) and I’m back with another slice of poetry pandemonium.
I’ve worked on a new form that I’ve not explored before today, thanks to those beautiful folks over at napowrimo.net. It is called an ‘Elevensie’ and the extremely simple mechanics sitting under the hood can be explored here:-
I’ve actually produced a “Double Elevensie” (which sounds like a gymnastic movement but thankfully I didn’t pull too many creative muscles composing this). This comprised of looking at word lists of common opposites and coming up with a pairing that complement each other in their respective outlooks.
Since it is such a short form, I will be forgoing the usual tradition of making a…
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November 24, 2017
Fire a Terza Rima
You are creator, destroyer, transformer
Which will you be, as you play your guitar
I wanted love to be your reformer
You spark and sizzle your essence aflare
You consume, it’s your way of persistance
Your music, just one way, to lay souls bare
You are a blaze, shown with consistence
To consume all the love in your path
You conjoin and snuff other’s existence
If I stay you will ignite your wrath
My love fuel, for your ego deployer
The outcome from raging fire, certain death
I need to escape become your purifyer
You are creator, transformer, destroyer
