Since I did a haibun, I reckon you should try your hand at a ghazal ✌️
lol!! Let me read up on the rules!! I'll try it but I canNOT guarantee the quality one can expect 😂
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Since I did a haibun, I reckon you should try your hand at a ghazal ✌️
lol!! Let me read up on the rules!! I'll try it but I canNOT guarantee the quality one can expect 😂
tag game for the poets and poetically inclined ( by @definegodliness )
i've changed the order of these as the last one is by far the longest.
2. one line in a song
"Some day we'll catch a glimpse of eternity"
- Apoptygma Berzerk, from Eclipse
3. one line in a movie
"You shall not pass!"
- Gandalf, from The Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring ( but you probably knew that already )
4. a word you'll avoid for fear of over-usage
'and' / '&'.
( i don't avoid it well at all, perhaps obviously, but it is one of the most common words i actively try to control )
5. one word that is you, metaphorically (no explanation)
odd
1. a poem that tends to pop into your mind
the following piece is from TS Eliot's Murders in the Cathedral, spoken by the Chorus
( note: i've not read the whole play. mostly just "the death-bringers" pops into my mind, as well as the repetition of "i have seen, i have tasted, i have felt" etc. )
I have smelt them, the death-bringers, senses are quickened
By subtile forebodings; I have heard
Fluting in the nighttime, fluting and owls, have seen at noon
Scaly wings slanting over, huge and ridiculous. I have tasted
The savour of putrid flesh in the spoon. I have felt
The heaving of earth at nightfall, restless, absurd. I have heard
Laughter in the noises of beasts that make strange
noises: jackal, jackass, jackdaw; the scurrying noise
of mouse and jerboa; the laugh of the loon, the
lunatic bird. I have seen Grey necks twisting, rat tails twining, in the thick light
of dawn. I have eaten
Smooth creatures still living, with the strong salt taste
of living things under sea; I have tasted
The living lobster, the crab, the oyster, the whelk and
the prawn; and they live and spawn in my bowels,
and my bowels dissolve in the light of dawn. I have smelt
Death in the rose, death in the hollyhock, sweet pea,
hyacinth, primrose and cowslip. I have seen Trunk and horn, tusk and hoof, in odd places;
I have lain on the floor of the sea and breathed with
the breathing of the sea-anemone, swallowed with
ingurgitation of the sponge. I have lain in the soil
and criticised the worm. In the air
Flirted with the passage of the kite, I have plunged
with the kite and cowered with the wren. I have felt
The horn of the beetle, the scale of the viper, the
mobile hard insensitive skin of the elephant, the
evasive flank of the fish. I have smelt
Corruption in the dish, incense in the latrine, the sewer
in the incense, the smell of sweet soap in the wood-
path, a hellish sweet scent in the woodpath, while
the ground lieaved. I have seen Rings of light coiling downwards, leading
To the horror of the ape. Have I not known, not known
What was coming to be? It was here, in the kitchen, in the passage.
In the mews in the barn in the byre in the market place
In our veins our bowels our skulls as well
As well as in the plottings of potentates
As well as in the consultations of powers.
What is woven on the loom of fate
What is woven in the councils of princes
Is woven also in our veins, our brains.
Is woven like a pattern of living worms
In the guts of the women of Canterbury.
Come
from out of the darkness
and into the box,
you’re safe there, for now.
I know darkness is your language
and your eyesight
and if I gave you
what I gave all of them
then we would perhaps not be where we are
but at least you’re here, in this box
and I can carry you now.
Listen, I
am sorry for all the times
I left you there all alone
grasping for air, like we both did
way back then, and up until now
I only did
what I knew
and I’m so sorry
for that
I am.
I love you, you know?
I hope you have
patience
with me.
And it feels
.//.
I feel it
scratching
on the inside
-
I don’t really care
but then again,
all I do is care
-
I do have feelings
all the bad ones
I don’t wanna greet
-
all they do, these feelings of mine,
aching, scratching
bothering me
on
the
inside
hurting me
hurting me
hurting me
in this sea
I cannot swim
the waves are too treacherous
pulling me down
pulling me under
burying me deep
-
I don’t really care
except I do
it’s complicated
and it feels
the emptiness is vast
you know, I’m only human
I cannot help it
all I do is feeling
“left behind”
and it stinks
it really does
“I mean f*ck you”
because in the end
why should I care
I don’t even like you
I never did
but the human heart
is a complex thing
we cannot switch it off
not at will, not at all
we are prisoners to our feelings
we are prisoners to our hearts
and it feels, it always feels
it buries you, until
you let it go
crazy
wild
you let it roam all freely
consuming you
eating you alive
but you see, a storm dies
and you will rise
anew
you will get over it
and once again,
hardening your heart
not letting people in
people are fickle
they will hurt you
maybe you are better off alone
and it feels, it feels kind of sad
honestly, but maybe it’s for the best
-
I don’t know
if I can do this dance anymore
I truly don’t know
it’s not a dance on roses
to sound cliche
it’s coal under my feet
hot
burning
coal
and I’m so tired
of feeling so much all the time
so I’m gonna stop now
no more dancing
no more trying
no more coal
-
and it feels, it feels
it always feels, but this time
maybe it’s going to be alright
.
.
.
.
.
a massive blow to the skeleton army
As cool as a skellie life may be
Who could pass on immortality
As much as I'd love to rattle my bones
Skellie fingers don't work on most mobile phones
Being a vamp really isn't that bad
Dumb books have practically made it a fad
And honestly I really don't mind the bite
It's this bloody voracious appetite 🧛🏼♀️
What I Do Not Understand
What I Do Not Understand
There are things I do not understand about the feelings I have The things from where I stand often don’t make sense of what I have Am I angry or sad? How do I know what to feel? Should I be bitter or glad? Sometimes I just want to squeal
I look all around at the world Then I look inside I sit waiting for the afterworld Away from the chaos near and wide.
Sad eyes and tortured cries abound Can’t we just have peace? Loving sighs and joyful cries all around Will the noise ever cease?
Why should hate, and not love, abide? Why should greed and war thrive? Why are we so cruel inside? Can’t we see what it means to be alive?
Should I hate the haters, curse the worst? Should I love the annihilators? I feel like I’m going to burst. Can I live for what’s greater and not be a traitor?
Do I look straight ahead Or to what’s above? Who is happier the living or the dead? Where do I find the love?
How can I reach out to help To those who are lost and hurting? Who do I call on for help When life is so disconcerting?
Can I be in comfort with others despondent? Should I live in comfort while so many live without? How can I enjoy ice cream, cake and fondant While outside people starve from disease or drought?
These things I do not understand What feelings should I have? Feeling helpless where I stand Often make me forget what I have.
K. C. Barry
poem excerpt from @definegodliness
messiness by @in-your-own-words
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@definegodliness I too keep pictures of flowers for myself, to remember the good times- the beautiful times. May you find a joy that rings. In the meantime, revel in my hoard of summer jewels 🐉