KNOTTED

written for #dverse pubs #quadrille prompt after watching the classic film Brief Encounter

Quadrille #124

Preserving your memory,

Within a crystal cube,

Sealed the day I encountered you,

Your essence still upon it,

Reminds me of our interval together,

The memory of you tying,

Your kerchief as you vamoosed,

To collect your husband from drudgery,

Leaving merely our forget-me-knot.

Abyss

tonight on https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/16/poetics-the-art-of-being-human/ we have been prompted by kimm881 to write a metphor poem starting with the line “This being humn is ” from the poem the guest house by romi.

This being human is an abyss.

We stare down our own,

Looking for the rock bottom,

When Finding just emptiness,

Filled with infinite blackness,

Even when viewed through rose tinted specs.

This being human is a void,

Full of raw emotion,

Love, hate, guilt, fear, greed etc. etc. etc

Shouting for our attention,

Wanting and demanding closure,

As we toss them into darkness’s depth,

Before we follow to our own end

Not knowing if we go to our end will come

or even our own creation,

to this being human malarky.

Reasons for being

Prosery: Possibilities

this is written for merrildsmiths prompt at the dverse pub this evening where we are invited to use the line “I prefer keeping in mind that existence has it’s own reason for being.” from the poem “Possibilities” by Wislana Szymbarksa.

Reasons for being!

Some search an eternity to find a reason for being!

Others search one faith or another to find their reason for being!

I have often got to wondering on many a drunk occasion if there is any reason for existing! Perhaps we just are!

Poetries reason for being is to stretch our view of the universe! Then expressing it to all those we meet on life’s journey!

Music’s reason for being is to accompany emotional being. Feeding our happy and supporting us in grief!

In my search for being I discarded religious faith it just never has suited me!

Not having an eternity for my own search it is not an option for me!

Good luck to all those who have an eternity to search their faith!

“I prefer to keep in mind, even the possibility that existence has it’s own reason for being.”

A swift quadrille

Quadrille: swift

Forth son of forty-four words

Wore a swift tattoo upon his chest

Was a poet of sorts

Quadrilles were his game

They passed thwacking like thunder

passing by swifter than a falcon

Written in an arrow shaped wing

To speed them on their way.

8/3/21 rogleach

Mischievious Machines

I have managed to get myself into print.

my very first poem in print has appeared in another publication from @electrifyingwomen.

their website is electrifyingwomen/org/events.

the publication is called “things fall apart: mischievous machines”

the breif was to write a piece in dark humour celebrating an invention by a women when it misbehaves. the following was my contrabution.

Circular finger eater

Tabitha Babbitt was her tag,

Inventor of father’s fingers thief.

She saw the pit saws of 1813,

her idea Lumber mill bound

finding perspiration stomach-turning,

upon the skin of those working for her man.

round and round and around her mind went.

Tooth of saw blade spinning

In her mind’s eye

Stopping the effort of pit saw

With spinning steel finger eater.

My father’s long-lost fingers itching,

To grasp again the pit saw handle

After chew chew chew of the spinning steel

Fingers cringe at Tabitha’s steel toothed ogre.

Dec 2020 rogleach