Sunday, June 6, 2010

On Weaver's Poetry Bus

This week the poetry bus is taking a trip of looking to flora and fauna for inspiration... See weaver's blog for more...

Here's my effort..



In other news: I've millions of news, but sadly a bit too insanely busy to impart much of it, including things about the lovely Quiet Night thing with the coolness and yoof therein, as well as the research update on Poetry - Does it make your hair bad or does bad hair make good poetry, plus a full report on fun and frolics at Dubland Writer's festival so they'll all be coming soon....

15 comments:

Rachel Fox said...

I'm hoping it is bad hair that makes good poetry. It's my only hope.

Love your TV dust line and its repetition to somehow frame the trees and tweeters. And the load of insects becoming a bird.

x

Gwei Mui said...

I have to agree with Rachel thr TV dust lne is something very special.
You've created a very "elf-like" piece for me, strange, intriguing, not quite all of this world - a glimpse of something else.

Peter Goulding said...

Okay, I like it a lot (particularly the hi fi / sci fi rhyme and that TV dust line) but I'm wondering why the first quatrain doesn't rhyme at all, the second bit rhymes every second line and the last bit rhymes every line. Is this deliberate? As in making sense out of chaos?

Niamh B said...

Research is ongoing, results available soon, thanks Rachel!
Tks v much Gwei, the dust line is actually true... well kinda, there's a line in the dust on our tv just now, I'm not sure whether I did it, but it does create a brighter stripe across the picture.
Thanks Peter, I like your theory for the rhyming scheme so much that I'm going to agree and claim that this was indeed my thinking here...!! :-)

The Bug said...

I love this! like everyone else I really like the dust lines (and am now noting the dust on my own tv). You're right about the denizens of the trees being loud enough without the trees making a racket too!

NanU said...

Nice one, Niamh. I was walking in my suburb on Sunday morning, astonished at how loud the world was with birds, from every tree and bush and fence rail.

Emerging Writer said...

hiya, i'm with the rest on the dust and the bad hair. May I add the strangeness of
And what came here as sunlight, married mud and water

nice

BT said...

A beautiful and somewhat intriguing poem Various.

Enchanted Oak said...

This is wonderful, Various. You're brilliant. These lines really rocked me:
What was once a load of insects becomes a bird
And what came here as sunlight, married mud and water
Became an aromatic organism, it’s absurd

Niamh B said...

Thanks Bug! twould be bad if the trees sang too, or would it?
Thanks NanU, BT & EW glad you enjoyed. :-)
Oak - that's a very generous comment, thank you.

Poetikat said...

From the "load of insects" to the word absurd, you had me in awe. Really good. We were thinking along the same lines, this week.

Kat

Titus said...

Ah, I loved this one and wish I'd written it. Is that two brill ones in a row for you? Stop it!

Niamh B said...

Thanks Kat and Titus... very kind :-) and Titus not sure if you're right on that, but I shall try not to stop it if you are!!

the watercats said...

Really enjoyed this, loads of brilliant language.. love "gnarly cities"...
I had this argument with the Ronald the other day (it was about science taking the wonder out of everything)... far from the truth! when you relaise and even vaguely understand the biology that goes into the simplest living thing.. it only makes it even more amazing!
Just like you say here, much more eloquently! :-)

Niamh B said...

Thanks Watercats - it's an interesting one alright - the science v's wonderment - i think you're right the more questions we answer, the more we think of more interesting questions that have yet to be answered.