Poetry

You Ask Me For The Answer – 12/3/18

You ask me for the answer.

 

If I had it I would give it to you,
I would spill it out from the hessian bag where I would keep it,
The smoothness of it would be catching on the rough edges,
Making it tumble out awkward and uneven.

 

I would spell it out in splendid gold gilt letters,
I would hang it on my office box,
With red highlights and ornamental curls,
And framed.

 

But I have searched the answer,
In skies and skudding rain,
In the spaces in between the rubbing together leaves.
Till I forgot my name.
I asked the canary.
But he was silent in the mine dug so that I could ask the molten core.

 

 

And my garden isn’t so ordered,
In sandpit boxes, border edges,
That it would be apparent where to find it,
Supposing that you could.

 

The chocolate mint is hidden under tomatoes,
The potatoes are growing in the junk heap.
What I call the path is the places without plants,
There is no map.

 

So supposing that I had the answer,
Held neatly in my hand, yes,
I would pass it on to you,
But I’m having too much fun, scratching under rocks,
And digging trenches,
To tell you that the answer isn’t hiding in these small things,
It’s much bigger.

 

-zu

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Poetry

Real Interactions Turned Poetical. – 15/9/17

The painter philosophical,

Tubby fleeced and rovers boots,

Sermonising, gesturing, he’s a preacher,

Half a Russian dancer,

Half wry smiles and shrugs.

Back to work I guess.

 

-zu

 

A metaphor challenge today from dVerse. I think I still have a lot to learn about metaphors. 😊

Also found this Ted talk about metaphor by Rosemary to be really helpful and inspiring: https://youtu.be/eXC3-ZFkhDo

Also this is based on an honest-to-goodness real person I met today, who probably never woke up this morning thinking he would be made into a poem by evening and probably will never know that he was.

Poetry

Clouds – 13/9/17

I was born free; no body owns me

I can sleep on the sand

Following summer into the north

I can cloud drift

To rule the horizon

But I come back to

Beach scented oceans

Again. Because clouds

are still trapped by the earth.

-zu

Prompt from dVerse, a Quadrille using the prompt “free” and exactly 44 words. Mines a bit late!

Also drew a bit of inspiration from this corny song from the old Pippi Longstocking movie! https://youtu.be/a7m4vPcfeOE

Poetry, Prompts

dVerse prompt, shoes – 30/8/17

Summer shoes to be

Discarded, corner tossed

Feet free in the grass

– zu

A prompt from dVerse about shoes, I’ve always enjoyed hot weather when I can kick them off! This is a haiku, 5-7-5 syllables. I always have trouble with syllables because when in primary school they taught us to count them by the amount of times our chin went down when we said the word, well with my Australian accent words tend to become a little compressed! Does anyone have a better method of counting syllables? 

Poetry

“Someone’s Wishes” Poetry Prompt – 28/8/17

First day on the job,
Walking into the wish factory,
Caught my dream job,
Working on the purple planet,
Into the factory floor full with violets
and puffed clouds from the ventilation.
I’ve never made a wish come true,
Been on the collection team a times or two,
Scooping out the wishes from the atmosphere,
Microphones tuned to catch the words, ‘I wish’,
Endless flying, a little tiring after a time,
Especially on foggy days.
My resume was filled with sky racing and
Apple seeding.
How could I have got this job?
Ma said I’d never been made to corral the desks and papers,
But I hankered after the smooth and sweet
While fixing my engines and chopping the sky.
So today when I wander in
It’s with starry eyes.
Joe claps me on the shoulder,
Joe’s my new boss.
Says he’s got a desk just for me,
And walks me through the rounded floor to a corner,
Makes me sit.
Very simple,
Take the paper,
Read it,
And make a wish come true.
He claps me again and strides out.
Well. I grin. Looks like I’m a desk sitter after all!
First paper,
Surprised I glance again,
Looks like it’s from the boss’s son,
Joe’s kid.
He’s written from a smaller planet to the left,
I think it’s orange,
And quite small.
Written in a scribble, the boys were in a hurry that day,
Says, wish I were a wish collector.

 

-zu

Written from a prompt by Teresa Creations Blog.

Previous poems, “Radiant Sunrise” two word prompt – 24/8/17

Poetry

“Radiant Sunrise” two word prompt – 24/8/17

It’s a pig,
Slops and all.
Gold shines his back,
Lace clouds fall.
A pen, some straw,
A place called home.
To greet the sun,
To feel less alone.
Morning caught in a dewy web,
Moon faced sun.
Friends who are here,
Are better than none.
The pig and all,
The same under their skins.
Feeling joyous and well spoken,
Radiant, he grins.

 

-zu

Prompt from Teresa Creations Blog.