Day: February 8, 2019

poetry

Today’s Poem Has Arrived!

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I’ve had to have my evening meal, and watch our favourite TV medical drama, but finally, the poem for this, the 8th of February is here. I’ve done a little bit more editing (a tiny bit), and now the poem is ready. The TV program was a taped one, and it’s one we always watch together, my husband and I. That point is an important one, in the terms of this particular poem I wrote for #poemadayfeb.

When you read the  poem, you should be able to see the truth of what I just said …

So here it is, the Poem for the 8th of February:

 

Prompt of “Body

My body is mine, not anyone else’s,

shared only with my permission.

It’s travelled with me, all my life,

a little damage in transmission.

 

We’ve been around, my body & I,

but our travelling days are over;

Thirty-plus years of married life –

husband & I, rolling in clover!

 

We share our lives, & our thoughts,

& some of the things we do,

not always though, not all the time,    

& that, I think, is the clue.

 

Time to just be by yourself

or with your friends, not his,

I suspect is why we never fight –

a pair, but each with our own biz.

 

He plays bowls, I’m a poet

He’s in the Lions, I’ve a writing group,

but every night we sleep together,

& really, I think that’s the scoop.

 

Sharing the bed, sharing our lives,

liking some things the same, not all –

together but not always, that’s the go

apart, yes, but differences are small …

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My Tardy Poem, Here At Last

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When you ‘sign up’ for an event, I believe you should do your best to meet the challenge of doing what you ‘signed up’ to do. The Event in question is the #poemadayfeb event, and I had been going well, writing my new poem every day, and posting the poem on my blog here. Until yesterday.

Yesterday, a variety of things happened though, and while I did write a new poem on the 7th of February (ie, yesterday), I wasn’t able to, or simply didn’t, post that poem on my blog here, as I was supposed to. And when I say ‘supposed to’ it’s only me who says that’s what I was ‘supposed to’ do.

Anyway, today is a new day, and I am now going to post my new poem right underneath what I’m writing here. I like this new poem, and I really feel my poetry is moving in good directions, at the moment. I feel as if writing, every single day is definitely working for me, and who knows, perhaps I’ll be able to keep it going once February is over?

OK, enough of my prose, here is my poem:

Want or need?
Mother’s milk at the start of life,
Honesty in relationships,
Politicians you can trust,
Friends who care that you do well.
It would be good to believe
these seeming needs
will always be there
when they’re wanted,
But sometimes mothers milk doesn’t come
And relationships break up.
A trustworthy pollie? huh, that’d be nice!
& friends who blow in, can blow out too.
These aren’t needs, none of them,
they’re all of them just wants
not frivolous ones, yes that’s true,
but we wouldn’t die without them.
Babes can survive on another’s milk,
someone else can be ‘the one’,
election time, bad pollies are ditched,
and new friends may come at any time.
You need to breathe, by yourself, or by machine
But really, is there really anything else?
Water, or fluids, anyway, yes that’s another,
you’ll die if you don’t drink
But to be honest, I really suspect,
want will cover everything else,
the things you think you need?
if you can live without it, it’s a want
not a need, & too many are being greedy …
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Sorry for Being Late!

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Well, I’ve been steadily writing, and posting my Poem a Day, for February, as my part of the #poemadayfeb challenge, writing a new poem every day, and posting it to my blog, on this, my Writer’s website. But sadly, yesterday things went a little wrong.

Things got busy, devices weren’t available, so that, while a new poem definitely did get written for the 7th day of February, it didn’t get put on my Blog page here … Never fear though, as soon as I’ve finished typing up this, I will put up that new poem, for the 7th day of February, on the blog!

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I wrote the poem on my phone, and so had it with me when I visited my mother today, and I took the opportunity of having the poem with me, and so I read yesterday’s poem aloud to her. She liked the poem, and was impressed by the way I tied all of my important points together.

Well, I’m sure that’s pretty well what she said, something similar to that anyway. It was certainly approval she gave, for sure, and not wishy-washy approval either, but intelligent relevant kind of approval. Hey, I’m a mother too, I can tell the difference!

I haven’t checked out the prompt for today, but rest assured that I will do that too, after this particular post is finished. I am definitely going to write a new poem, every day in February 2019, and I am going to get a chap book published with all of the poems, whether mainstream publishing, or some other kind. I am impressing myself with the poems I’ve been writing, so far, and I can’t see why the quality would drop!

Once I’ve checked out what the prompt is, I will get going with writing my new poem for the 8th day of February, then post is on my blog page here! Then I will post a link to it on Twitter, and one on Facebook, and how knows perhaps a publisher will see the quality of my poetry, and snap me up as one of their poets!

This has been such fun, I’m almost feeling like a real poet, oh hang on, I’ve been writing poetry for years, I already am a real poet … I have poetry online, in books, in libraries, as well as scribbled on a gazillion notebooks and scraps of paper. Published in books is the best way for poetry!