Tears and worries
multiply through
the abyss of the night
But mornings rays
disperse the murk
and despair
and restores
the soul
Monday, January 31, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Proust on Poetry
I am reading Proust's In Search of Lost Time and enjoyed this snippet on poetry.
"My mother had to abandon her quest, but managed to extract from the restriction itself a further delicate thought, like good poets whom the tyranny of rhyme forces into the discovery of their finest lines" (Vol 1, p31).
While we live in an age of blank verse this thought still holds true. The force of writing and the discipline results in good poetry.
Help The MBSPoet fund his poetry
"My mother had to abandon her quest, but managed to extract from the restriction itself a further delicate thought, like good poets whom the tyranny of rhyme forces into the discovery of their finest lines" (Vol 1, p31).
While we live in an age of blank verse this thought still holds true. The force of writing and the discipline results in good poetry.
Help The MBSPoet fund his poetry
Sunday, December 19, 2010
stuck on train
not a poem
more of a lament
I'm stuck on the train
problems on the lines
snow and chaos ahead
as we crawl from station
to station
to allow the
angry mobs to disperse
by bus.
hope against hope
that I will
be in my hotel
bed, warm and
content by
midnight.
more of a lament
I'm stuck on the train
problems on the lines
snow and chaos ahead
as we crawl from station
to station
to allow the
angry mobs to disperse
by bus.
hope against hope
that I will
be in my hotel
bed, warm and
content by
midnight.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Snow 2010
Each year the allure of snow
lessens for me
At first it was fun
A white powder covering
of my antipodean past
Snow silently falling
covering everything with light
and lack of colour
But shovelling feet of snow
to get the car unstuck
to collect the milk for tea
is a pain to me
So I'm all for a non white Xmas
lessens for me
At first it was fun
A white powder covering
of my antipodean past
Snow silently falling
covering everything with light
and lack of colour
But shovelling feet of snow
to get the car unstuck
to collect the milk for tea
is a pain to me
So I'm all for a non white Xmas
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Living other Lives
By reading your poems
Your words
seep into
Me
And attached to
the words
feelings nuanced
follow
Until I find myself
thinking like another
like you
savoring the
moment...
Your words
seep into
Me
And attached to
the words
feelings nuanced
follow
Until I find myself
thinking like another
like you
savoring the
moment...
Monday, November 22, 2010
the valley
from time to time
a valley intervenes
twixt the peaks
of life
you may feel low
but the water flows
through valleys
and puts the heights
into perspective
So hang in there
and take a draught
of water clear and pure
before you ascend once more
a valley intervenes
twixt the peaks
of life
you may feel low
but the water flows
through valleys
and puts the heights
into perspective
So hang in there
and take a draught
of water clear and pure
before you ascend once more
Friday, November 19, 2010
Powerless
Life can be a pain
when aggressive and
unpleasant people
trample over your
feelings
proclaiming
that it's all your fault...
Poetry calms the anger
and restores
a tranquil
mind
To read or write
poetry
hits the spot
everytime
when aggressive and
unpleasant people
trample over your
feelings
proclaiming
that it's all your fault...
Poetry calms the anger
and restores
a tranquil
mind
To read or write
poetry
hits the spot
everytime
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