Poetry Time

This week's Poetry Thursday's theme of time, is a theme that has always fascinated me. I have written a lot of poems on that subject already. However, I did enjoy the challenge of coming up with yet another.
As it's a brand new poem, I haven't yet had the chance to give it the test of time (heh heh.) No doubt I'll have to work on it a bit more yet before I consider it perfect. Meanwhile, please treat it as a bit of a toddler as far as poems go.


without or within

Every morning I wake to the sound of time.
It’s as if I wake again from the dead.
Another resurrection. Face it,
without time beating like a heart,
I would die. With nothing to hold it,
the sky would too. Without the shape
and frame of days, we’d all fall.
Without the dying and rising,
the existence of blue,
of slow seconds, the wave of gravity,
the space of an hour,
the resistance of tides and measured
moons; we’d all die. It would be as if
we never were.
I worry. Will I ever see you again?

When An Elephant is an Onion

I sorry!

No poem for Poetry Thursday. Again.

But I do love Poetry Thursday.

I love Poetry Thursday because it reminds me about poetry's existence at a time when I find myself concentrating more on prose.

Poetry Thursday serves as a good spur. A motivation. An inspiration.

I think Lynn and Elaine are amazing the way they consistently produce great ideas and incentives. Thank you Elaine and Lynn!

Long Live Poetry! Long live Poetry Thursday! Three cheers for Poetry Thursday!

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Meanwhile - here is a little something I wrote yesterday on my website. Maybe it will do instead of a poem? Then again, maybe not ...

When An Elephant Is an Onion

When my daughter and I picked up my granddaughter from school today, as usual she was full of chatter and provided a running commentary from the back seat of the car on what was running through her brain. We had her thoughts on who was talking to who now, and why blondes had to stick together and the correct pronunciation of brunette - and if blondes are blondes and brunettes are brunettes, what are black-haired people called? And how she would like to be in the Guinness Book of Records for something like climbing the highest stairs. And did you know that it's impossible to kiss your own elbow? She's tried it and it is impossible. All finished off with a perfect rendition of, 'I'm walking on sunshine ... woo - oo'. The girl leaves me breathless!

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Earlier I had helped my daughter take stuff out to the tip. When her partner saw the pile of full, black kleensaks she had put aside ready to throw out, he asked,"What's all that?" To which she replied, "Rubbish," in that firm tone females reserve for males about to query what actually constitutes 'rubbish'. The selection and getting rid of rubbish should only be done by females and only when they are on their own, well away from any perusal by males, or children.

"No recycling? " the man in the sentry box at the Tip queried in a tone specifically engineered to induce guilt. The black-backed gulls looked horrendous and large and ugly. The road was mucky and smelly. The heels of our shoes got covered in sludge and stunk the car out. My daughter said she saw some pukekos (*see a picture of one of these birds at the top of this blog.) And we both saw a black cat slinking off over a rubbish mountain. One happy cat with all those pickings and rats as well.

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Today at the pre-school where I work, I was naming objects for the children. One boy had three game animals I was helping him to name. "Giraffe," I said. Then, "Tiger." So far so good. Then he held up an elephant. I meant to say elephant - truly I did - but for some inexplicable reason I said, "Onion."

Books, Books, Books ...

Apologies to Clare, after promising, I forgot to do the list of favourite books. But better late than never - here it is.

1.One book that changed your life? Dylan Thomas' poetry.
2.One book you've read more than once? 'Anne of Green Gables'
3.One book you'd want on a desert island?'Robinson Crusoe'
4.One book that made you laugh? Anything by James Thurber
5.One book that made you cry? It's been so long ... 'Black Beauty'
6.One book that you wish you had written? 'Anne of Green Gables'
7.One book you wish had never been written?'Pamela' by Samuel Richardson.
8.One book you are currently reading? 'A Fighting Withdrawal' by Keith Ovenden (a biography of the writer Dan Davin)
9.One book you have been meaning to read?'Red Tent' by Anita Diamant
10.Five people I am tagging: 64 Baker Street, Becky, Barbara, Belle & Wandering Woman.

Spring is Coming!

Blue Flowers
Originally uploaded by Uwe Hermann.

See that? Yesterday I spied, just by our clothesline, some blue match-heads (also called grape hyacinths) just like these, which proves that spring is indeed on its way. Hey-hey!