I’ve been having computer problems for over a month and appropriately I have dug up this old poem and revised it … However, some good news today, my brother said that the computer is fixable and he has started the refurbishment process
Over at Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge word is: Time . To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here … my poem “Anti-Rust” spans twenty-three years of “Time”…
Anti-Rust
Twenty-three years have gone
Since I suffered my first stroke
I remember being cold and scared
I awoke the next day in hospital
Feeling like my limbs were full of rust
And my confused mind
Was locked inside a sleepwalking man
Disorientated and not to be trusted
Twenty-three years on
And two more strokes later
My body is still full of rust
But with the wonders of modern medicine
And some plucky self determination
I have recovered my cognitive abilities
And with the aid of anti-rust drugs
I am active enough to type up my canny poems
The Rust, Sivert Hoyem . Lyrics
Twenty hours he is gone Another time she’s waiting for him When he comes home He’s in terrible state He’s just sitting there by the window With his hate
A rusty bathtub in the garden Seven cars are in the yard And only one that is running Life is spout??? in the wilderness But in his heart
It’s not a place for new beginnings Everything you make make just falls apart
Sometimes she thinks It’s the rust that eats the soul In the winter time the sky is burning Purple orange and gold
So one night like any other She takes her bags out to the car She passes a minute Then she starts down the road You can get anywhere On the full tank of fuel And on an empty heart
It’s not a place for new beginnings Everything you make just falls apart The house neglected and forbidden ??? ???
Just thinking about it breaks your heart ???? from the ceiling ??? burning stars So decay and the rust that eats the soul The winter sky burns eternally But people come and people go
A big thank you to ‘Eugi’ from “Moonwashed Musings”, with her post “Listen But Hear The Truth”, for inspiring me to write this ‘Senryu’… You may visit her wonderful site via this link >> https://amanpan.blog/2023/08/31/listen-but-hear-the-truth/
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Half-Wither Water-Reed”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-half-withered-water-reed/
Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. I wrote ‘Taking Shape’ in December 2020, and the poem will be the opening piece in Chapter 8. Poetry in Slow Motion. And ironically the day after my 72nd birthday, the poem is quite appropriate …
In keeping with my “Whale Theme” this week, I found this piece from September 2022, while I was selecting poems for my up-coming book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
In those ignorant bad old days Who would have wanted to be a whale? Who threw that harpoon into my back?
Whales Cry Too (a Mariannet*)
I
Hear them cry
…..When horrific harpoons pierce their hides
…..My heart bleeds from inside
……….Seeing whales so cruelly maimed
The name “Mariannet” was recently ‘coined’ by Paul (of Paul’s Poetry Playground) >> [ Invented Poetry Forms – The Mariannet – Paul’s Poetry Playground ] for the previously unnamed poetic form that the poet Marianne Moore created to write her classic poem “The Fish” first published in 1918. The form was invented over a hundred years ago and is relatively unknown to most poets. The mariannet is an isosyllabic rhyming poem, consisting of one or more five-line stanzas (quintains) with one syllable in the first line, three in the second, nine in the third, six in the fourth, and eight in the fifth and final line. The first two lines rhyme with each other, and so does the third and fourth, but the fifth is nonrhyming and does not rhyme with any other lines. Thus its rhyme scheme can be expressed as aabbx for each individual quintain (with x representing the nonrhyming line). In Moore’s original formatting of the form, the third and fourth lines were indented five spaces and the fifth ten spaces. Below, I have attached Marianne Moore’s poem “The Fish”, and below is a poignat Lisa Hannigan’s music/video.
The attached music/video,“The Whale”,was a #1 hit in Australia back in 1972, written and sung by my good friend Terry Fielding, and we celebrated his 76th birthday during the week.
Today’s ‘Throwback” poem, from September 2020, will appear in my upcoming new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound” … It’ll be the 1st poem in “Chapter 3. Nature and Existence”
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 