These shaded feelings
Why did we not express them?
Words cannot describe
MASKS OF THE CRUSTACEAN
I would say the secrets of my soul
Yet trust no one to their hearing
Some keep silence, some keep talking
When they find they have nothing to say
And the fulfilled don’t write
Lame excuses and sprung steel alibis
Meshed fast in the complexities of pain
(Only my pleasures are simple)
Masks of the crustacean
Designed to reveal what they disguise
Playing at love like a game of chess
Not well, not badly, just lazily
Without due regard to the consequences of my moves
Reading too many fairy tales
And kissing far too many frogs
The generous truth is a beggar to find
Buried deep among the unsuspected cruelties of the small print
(When God finished the world
He saw that it was perfect
… And then of course He began wondering what to do next … )
Security in a pound note, safety in a pin
The tired old trumpeting of Church and State
Magic is afoot but the world’s gone metric
(Electric) and Securicor scares
The light fades, the air is flat and stale
The rain beats against the glass
Nights and days an endless tapeloop
Of supermarket muzak
Brush its teeth and put it to bed
The well-oiled programs run
Asleep within the fractured eye of my attention
Life, well-travelled, opens and closes around me
Here and there embroidered with a flower
The footsteps I follow through the blizzard of my memories
Are my own
SHE SEATS HERSELF TO WRITE
She seats herself to write
Half fearing her writing
Will drive her mad while
Half hopes it will cure her
In two minds – Ah, if only
Thinks were so simple
Turmoil turmoil turmoil
Enough! Dismisses them all
And seats herself to write
Mythmakers all we are
And so meeting
Compare our mythologies
(Like so many have before)
Inner fire and heirlooms
Bounced cheques and littered highways
Dream rivers that disappear into the sand
Heartflow that stops and starts
And the long work of reconstruction
Artists all we are
And so meeting
Compare our artistry
Plain talk with rich recesses
Nuances to old questions
The curl of the cry
At the wellsprings of voice
Hunter at bay
The poet crawls and capers
Across the carnival and charnel-house of life
Fractious fragment of the Creator
Who hath made all things well
And senile decay
Actors all we are
Though no spectator views us
And so meeting
Compare our pasts and futures
As all our heres and nows come down to one
A big thanks to Annie for this beautiful Dragon-related award.
It seems I have to proffer five facts about myself. I have picked my way in between facts I have previously revealed elsewhere (to the best of my knowledge) and those I would rather conceal for one reason or another, thank you, and come up with these:
1. I am left-handed.
2. I have been there and come back.
3. I began life in a Christian house and never left home.
4. However I have built on several extensions, some quite extensive..
5. I am not much of a gardener.
I am also required to nominate between five and ten fellow writers. So, in no particular order:
5. The Prattle of Hastings
INTRODUCING YOURSELF ALPHABETICALLY
Amused, bemused castaway
Delinquent, evanescent, fugitive
…..Amused – pleasurably entertained, occupied, or diverted; aroused to mirth.
…..Bemused – bewildered or confused; lost in thought; preoccupied.
…..Castaway – a shipwrecked person; an outcast; anything cast adrift or thrown away.
…..Delinquent – failing in or neglectful of a duty or obligation; a person who is delinquent.
…..Evanescent – vanishing; fading away; fleeting.
…..Fugitive – having taken flight, or run away; fleeting; transitory; elusive; wandering, roving
…..Gabbles – speaks or converses rapidly and unintelligibly; jabbers.
…..Heedlessly – carelessly; thoughtlessly; unmindfully.
…..Incorrigibly – bad beyond correction or reform.
…..Juvenile – of, pertaining to, characteristic of, or suitable or intended for young persons;
……….immature; childish; infantile.
…..Knotty – involved, intricate, or difficult.
…..Ne’er-do-well – useless; worthless; an improvident, irresponsible, or lazy person.
…..Occupationally – of that which chiefly engages one’s time.
…..Puzzled – to be perplexed or confused; to ponder or study over some perplexing problem or
…..Rabid – irrationally extreme in opinion or practice; furious or raging; violently intense.
…..Troubled – concerned, worried; exhibiting emotional or behavioural problems.
…..Unaccountably – incomprehensibly, mysteriously.
…..Vain – excessively proud of or concerned about one’s own appearance, qualities,
……….achievements, etc.; conceited; proceeding from or showing personal vanity; senseless or
…..Witless – nitwitted, senseless, soft witted.
…..Xenaphile – No, this is not a typo, nor does it mean that I love foreigners (apart from the
……….Warrior Princess of course)
…..Yea sayer – a person with an optimistic and confident outlook; a person who habitually
……….agrees with or is submissive to others.
…..Zany – ludicrously or whimsically comical; clownish.
THE LOST LAMB
Stumbled today while browsing
As is alas too frequently the case
‘pon words of a fellow scribbler
Who had also, seems, stumbled
Without either failing to notice
Or perhaps even failed to care
Gave up the ghost of inspiration
Fumbled on and so misstepped
Then published (and be damned)
With time leaning on the doorbell
No blame or judgement of mine
(Beyond those too late to deny)
Yet I miss what might have been
Without a premature judgement
The untimely call to strike camp
Better listen to the inner voice
The heart – the inspiring spirit
O go ye seek the one lost lamb
– Source: How-To Geek Newsletter (http://www.howtogeek.com)