Poem For The Last Days
POEM FOR THE LAST DAYS
So that’s what this is for then, this writing,
she discloses – without hesitation –
when, at last, finally, I think to ask
(wondering, unbelievably almost,
why I never thought to wonder before);
this complex histrionic roundelay.
We love to perform this conjuring trick,
the musey lady and I, hand in glove,
again and again, whenever we choose.
A sprinkling of magic words and Presto!
The exhausted familiar transformed
to à la carte resplendent effulgence.
No fear of lapsing into hoggishness;
rather we’d have even willing strangers
share in helping us celebrate again
the birth and rebirth of our wayward child,
this fantastical origination of ours;
another dissembling layer pared free.
Will you, won’t you, dear mobsters, join the dance?
Sense has yet to ever become common;
it is marking time still till the moment
you slow your madcap barely human race.
Disabuse yourselves; the final frontier’s
not outer space but rather inner time.
You’ve managed to plant a flag on the moon
yet seem unable to feed the starving.
Pigs at the trough and lambs to the slaughter.
“Stop, stop, you can’t take us here. There are rules.
We know what we like. We like what we know.
We don’t want it spoilt with this sort of thing.”
Another pistol whipping. Who’s counting?
Play on! The perfect pair flex their muscles.
So take your partners and not your bearings.
Let’s be done with avoiding avoidance.
Fiddles away! Drab Hamelin is boring.
Let’s dance on. Nearer my Nero to thee.
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We live in a time and place where seriously worrying things are happening. What is the place of poetry in that world?
Posted on February 5, 2014, in Poetry, Writing and tagged Blank verse, Calliope, Politics, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 33 Comments.
Pigs at the trough and lambs to the slaughter….I love it.
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Thank you so much.
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I must admit I reread several portions of this just to try and glean the layers of meaning you have patted into every line. I found myself appreciating the masterful use of language while being mesmerized by the clever depth of the ideas
“rather we’d have even willing strangers
share in helping us celebrate again
the birth and rebirth of our wayward child,
this fantastical origination of ours;
another dissembling layer pared free.”
Your wording is charmingly beautiful. Inspiring lines indeed!
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This piece emerged while I was working on “Dues For The Muse”. (https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2012/05/18/dues-for-the-muse/) They were then joined by “Love Of My Life” (https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2013/07/13/love-of-my-life/) to form a trilogy of poems looking at my relationship with Calliope. “A Muse Opens Her Heart” was a kind of sequel. (https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2011/11/25/a-muse-opens-her-heart/)
My original notes for “Poem For The Last Days”:
“We live in a time and place where seriously worrying things are happening. What is the place of poetry in that world?”
Vampire Weather writes “the layers of meaning you have patted into every line.”
Ben Naga writes “another dissembling layer pared free.” 😀
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Thank you for sharing. I just returned from digging into those little lines of meaning 🙂
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Refreshed, I trust. 🙂
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Well written and thought provoking. This part: “You’ve managed to plant a flag on the moon
yet seem unable to feed the starving.” reminds me of an ad for save the children running in Sweden right now. Even though it is easy to juxtapose such things to engage in issues of several government’s priorities the space race and starvation are, to me, like comparing apple juice to a flat tire in terms of how well they solve calculus.
As for your last question: I think poetry has a place and purpose in our time. It is used effectively, as you have, when rhetoric devices highlights and contrasts certain issues to make them more apparent for others. But it would be more effective if poetry reached out of the blog sphere and into, for example, daily newspapers.
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It would be a little strange to compare a limousine with a plate of cereal. But it would be rather stupid to have nothing to eat because I spent all my money on a luxury car. Priorities, priorities!
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I might not be alive today if it weren’t for my ability to write (and read) poetry.
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How strange that I just finished reading this short article on the importance of using our creativity!
http://www.wakingtimes.com/2013/06/29/wu-wei-is-expressing-your-creativity-every-day/
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Thanks for the article.
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My pleasure.
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I have seen these lines before – very memorable to me because I felt they describe my thoughts so well. I do like this piece, Ben. But I’ve come to realise it’s useless worrying about the state of our world and its ppl.
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There is always the possibility that our words may touch someone.
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Eeuww, I have only just noticed that it is a Repost! That explains it, lol! Anyway I still enjoyed it.
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This time you even clicked “Like”. 😉
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great poem, Ben. Poetry will always have its own place no matter what, that is my true believe . Time has proven that.
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And will continue to do so, I think. Thank you for the compliment, Francina. Missing you lately.
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you’re welcome , Ben. Have a great weekend 🙂
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This is a wonderful poem, Ben, a summation of all that is as we dance in our lives as the events of existence swirl, and Calliope writes masterful lines that tells an epic story as the calliope balloons sound into the tents of time.
A sprinkling of magic words and Presto!
The exhausted familiar transformed
to à la carte resplendent effulgence.
Will you, won’t you, dear mobsters, join the dance?
Another pistol whipping. Who’s counting?
Play on! The perfect pair flex their muscles.
The epic is a long one, a story without an ending that is ending all the time. Ah, Methuselah changes who he is as the musey lady finds meaning in the words that go on and on and on–all in iambic pentameter, of course, if free verse is not available.
This is a poem, Ben Naga. A poem.
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I am so glad you appreciated it. One reason for reposting it is that you were not around these parts when it was first posted, and I thought you might enjoy reading it. It is part of a trilogy of poems on Calliope and my relationship with her. Later she gifted me a sequel. The links can be found in my reply to Vampire Weather’s first comment above.
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Multi-layered and rich in meaning… one to read and re-read, to sink one’s heart into!
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Be my guest, Betty. More wine?
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Powerful, passionate and perfectly-done poem, Ben! Love it, thanks for the repost!
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I thought newer readers who missed the earlier posting might like to see it. Thank you for the alliterative compliment. It is rare to find enough time for this kind of complex creation. I must try harder; it’s something I do enjoy.
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And you work very well together. Following rules and agreeing on ideas. I envy your relationship.
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Let go and it happens by itself for we are all one. Seems easy, but as you know we also play at being saboteurs.
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And once again please do check out the illuminating comments.
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Ben Darling — EYE am Dancing Now!! Wait till You see Me Dance!!! and I have My first public Poetry Reading Friday Night, December 2, 2016 @ The Seadog Saloon in Shelburne NS and EYE am Psyched!!!! I am going to be reading “Good Morning. World!” with M(EYE) TOES painted Tinted LOve
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Congratulations! And wishing it all goes well for you as you bare yourself to the world.
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Fabulous layered work. Much to learn visiting you here.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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