Status Updates From A Scottish Poem A Day

jun 14 - “God Glasgow it's glorious
just to gulp you down in heartfuls, feeling something quite like love.”

jun 13 - “We'll gang thegether through thick and thin, We'll walk unscathed through burr and whin.”

jun 12 - “It cannot be a mortal sin
To be in such a dizzy spin”

jun 11 - “Sing, sing!
Whit sall A sing?
The cat ran awa
Wi ma apron string.”

jun 10 - “Was it here that language had you in its clasp, tossed you like a slip of driftwood on an ocean, caught you in its net like silvered mackerel?”

jun 9 - “Strengthen the senseless, restore the mad.”

jun 8 - “Don't worry, you tell me. She never strays very far and she always comes back to us.”

jun 7 - “The sun still shines, the clouds still race and pass, the flowers still bloom and lovers lie upon the grass.”

jun 5 - “Even atoms are mostly absence, electrons circling like birds never coming in to roost.”

jun 5 - “The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea.”

jun 4 - “Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream, When first on them I met my lover;
Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream, When now thy waves his body cover!
For ever now, O Yarrow stream!
Thou art to me a stream of sorrow;
For never on thy banks shall I Behold my Love, the flower of Yarrow.”

jun 3 - “Moons and planets come out to play, The Bear bowled, the Sun spun.
See the Devil-on-sticks run
Today, tomorrow, and yesterday.”

jun 2 - “And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
That smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of the days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!”

jun 1 - “One with an albatross to put in a poem.
…
One with a heavy heart to sink for an anchor.”

may 31 - “So who's the monster? The thought made me grow pale For twenty seconds while, sail after sail, The tall fin slid away and then the tail.”

may 30 - “and they all put their own form neatly on today's world.”

may 29 - “Even the simplest poem may destroy your immunity to human emotions.
All poems must carry a government warning. Words can seriously affect your heart.”

may 28 - “Mary Queen o Scots arrived hersel
Signed up fur speed-datin.
Said she wis a romantic,
Cud lose her heid ower the richt chiel.”

may 27 - “Harp of whalebone, shake
Golden words from my mouth”

may 26 - “Geese tae the sea, guid weather tae be; Geese tae the hull, guid weather tae spill.”

may 25 - “But oh my love, tell me you'd swim by,
tell me you'd look out for me, down there it's impossible to breathe -“

may 24 - “And hand in hand we’ll go”

may 23 - “I planned to wait till the waves had bored themselves to sleep, till the last clinging barnacles, growing worried in the hush, had paddled off in tiny coracles, till those restless birds, your actor's hands, had dropped slack into your lap, until you'd turned, at last, to me.”

may 22 - “The Bonny Muir Hen”

may 21 - “Even more how an intrusive cell or invisible speck between sets of nerves can have an impact more catastrophic than a rock fissure in a mountain ravine; the tremor of an eyelid, cataclysmic as any fault-line.”

may 20 - “A simple pleasure now is noting mere survival ten winters since that long-remembered day.”