Total Feckin Eejit, poetry bus founder and madman extraordinaire, with a recent birthday under his belt - has given us a difficult soulful type of excercise for this week's bus - don't think, feel. Be silent and think about breathing, existence etc etc... I'm not sure why but I found this rather tough (having said that I seem to find em all tough lately).. but here's the effort after a couple of goes - the other passengers will be found here
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For Now
A mushy mind
A tired neck
frustrated eyelids droop again
slow brain can’t keep up
or think something to say
(apart from the usual nothings and moans, the tingles in toes and the hammering “no”s)
traipse blind and excited to a whole new page
here’s a thing
an escaped kitten, not missing the cage,
a sniff at the air, and follow the flow
dreaming, “sail on, there’s a reason
will make it – to a freedom”
little cat hands push on
push mushy mind on
little claws clutch for comfort
pink patches touch clean
the heart is rolled and jumped on for play
arteries, veins know what to say
about such an outrage
“Hey, you! Stop!”
even they are giggling helpless
because it’s just too cute
so they know they will let it away
with turning the heart inside out for a day
there’s always tomorrow, to go back to clay
17 comments:
Aren't you moving house? Poetry and house-moving are a tricky combination!
I like the 'tired neck'. Made me think of turkeys... and then the cats came in...
x
Back to clay....does that mean that is where you are happy? Nice write.
I have this picture of a kitten wreaking havoc in my brain (not very hard to do) - who knows what might come of that?
Yes Rachel, moving next weekend, though it'll be a gradual move, so we don't have to pack up everything in one go, we're not going that far and we hope to be back a few months in summer before the big permanant move, but yes, poetry at the mo is a bit tricky. Funny bout the tired neck and turkeys!
Thanks annell - as ordered by TFE, I didn't really think at all during the writing, so amn't sure what back to clay means really, probably means being real or realistic or something.
Oh Bug, hope it's not too destructive!!
Hey Niamh, I'm liking the little cat hands.
And I'm liking the push mushy mind!
Thanks Emerging and Titus!
If only I had a cat! You do better than me on the none thinking, me thinks!
What could be sweeter than kittens on the mind while navigating a move.
Love the little pink patches and the pushing, pushing.
Wow! I don't recommend reading this while the Lou Reed is playing (which is what I just did).
Having read the next post, this poem makes much more sense. You little devil, you!
Kat
Tks socks, don't think you did so badly at all.
Tks Helen, I know there's a lot of sweetness in life at the moment, so just enjoying it, along with the terrifyingness of it all.
Tks Karen, like I say, haven't a clue what it all means, but sure tis whatever it is now!
Wow Kat, I'd say that fitted in pretty nicely too, clever you! I shoulda thought of that on Sunday and put it all in together.
x
I wish I had kittens in my head instead of these endlessly chattering monkeys. Trade ya? Loved the whole concept of this.
"So they know they will let it...
Away with turning the heart inside out for a day! There’s always tomorrow, to go back to clay."
What a lovely idea!
"So they know they will let it...
Away with turning the heart inside out for a day! There’s always tomorrow, to go back to clay."
What a lovely idea!
Thanks Jinksy :-)
Some nice things in there, it'slangrous and curious enigmatic and 'of the moment' and I likes the clay thing!The EEjit fromDel Monte says Si!
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