Day One
Dark Night Of The Soul
she can still hear
the lonely train whistle
puncturing the night sadness
clickety clack clickety clack
it sped along
lights in the distance whizzing by
face pressed to the window
hugging her little suitcase
heading for the unknown
no one waved goodbye
Day 2
Changeling
who am i?
this beautiful angelic child
a picture of innocence
must have have been stolen by demons
and substituted with a changeling
causing untold suffering to most of the world
Day 3
Womb
a cosy kitchen
the womb of a home
where life boils and bubbles
with good conversation laughs and drinks
whilst peeling the vegetables
Day 4.
Cage - Pewter Silver or Gold
Michael Leunig-another loser has-been fades into obscurity
some cages
are more comfortable than others
nevertheless
all are still prisons
freedom is precious
best fly into obscurity
ignoring the taunts of' ' loser '
by those rattling their expensive chains
Day 5
Doorway - opened or closed
he was always mindful
about caring for his old friends
including them in his good fortune
on his way up the ladder
when he lost his wealth
on his way back down
they were nowhere to be found
all doors were closed to him
life - the reality version
Day 6
Out Of The Blue
blast from the past
greetings from a hermit
a message from dodo
sent this pic
from Saint Ninian's cave
it took a visit to the austere saint's bleak outpost
in the north sea to prod his memory
still
she was pleased to hear from the extinct bird
he had not forgotten her
a pebble smiley is
a nice celtic 'thought that counts' gesture
however
red roses -
expensive ones
(lots of them:)
uplifts the mood state
to a greater spiritual height
for a blue lady
of frankish papist disposition:)
Day 7
Tongue
this chameleon beauty
can zap a cricket
with its magical tongue
in an instant
a great testament
to the supreme artist and grand designer
such a feeling of stark loneliness, yet at the end there is hope for a new way as she leaves the old way behind
ReplyDeleteJade Li @http://tao-talk.com
Your day 1 is a scene I can step into and feel into. I love that you both tell a story and paint a picture with so few words.
ReplyDeleteSo right about the kitchen being the womb of a home! It pulsates with life. Well said.
ReplyDeleteThe cage poem makes me think about the realization I came to regarding celebrity as I got older.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in my early teens, I wanted nothing more than to be a celebrity, a glamorous, beautiful television star whom everyone adored and looked up to.
Over the years I've learned that many of those people are very unhappy. The expectations they are held to are impossibly high. As a girl who developed bulimia at twelve, I hated my growing hips, my chunky thighs, my too-small breasts.
Along the way, I've learned that many of the "perfect" women I so looked up to felt the same way about their own bodies.
Some of them died young in their quest for "perfection."
Most women in Western society could do with breaking out of that cage, middle fingers on high. We are worth so much more than that.
Comfort is the most insidious cage.
ReplyDeleteTis indeed !
DeleteLove your words. Well done
ReplyDeleteEvery piece of poetry is thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteReality always hurts! Love your style of writing.
ReplyDeleteI love how you have your blog set up. It's great to read everything on one page. Beautiful poetry.
ReplyDeleteNo changeling that one. No fairy was every a psychopathic nutter. Chiller.
ReplyDeleteLike your pebble message. Red roses however I think I'd take with a big dose of scepticism :)
I love the idea of receiving a message from a dodo.
ReplyDeleteMessage from a dodo sounds intriguing!
ReplyDeleteThank toy for this, Cressie. It seemed fitting to record this little face with his smile.
ReplyDeleteSaint Ninian's Cave is on the shores of the Irish Sea. On a clear day you can see across the waters to the Isle of Mann. It is a most uplifting and peaceful spot. The beach is wonderful and full of beautiful pebbles if one has eyes to see them.
Happy Jack has been promoted to saintly status? He will enjoy it for a day before normal life resumes.
ReplyDeleteThe early morning train timed day one's poem perfectly. I read it while listening to its horn.
ReplyDeleteI adore your day three poem though. Delightful imagery.
I am wondering who that child is. Wonderful, thought-provoking poems!
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DeleteEach 'day' is intricately drawn. I guess I was most struck by Day One -- the sadness of leaving with no one waving good-bye. But I really appreciated the entire set.
ReplyDeleteI resonate with day 1 & 4. Day 2 pic is adorable!. Day 5 makes me think of my dad and how no family member intervened during his crack addiction.
ReplyDeleteThere's always a human element connecting the reader to your words.
What a delightful selection of poems and comments. Yes, I remembered that early photo of Hitler.
ReplyDeleteugh - to the friends not being there on way down the ladder.
ReplyDeleteSuch an original and imaginative post - hard to choose my favourite day
ReplyDeleteEvery one of these was most enjoyable to read.
ReplyDeleteEach one of these poems are exquisitely drawn!❤️
ReplyDelete...whilst peeling the vegetables. Yes, so much love in the kitchen, so much life. I enjoyed all your poems, but the train one really gripped me.
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