
If you come across a poem that looks unwell
a little wan
tape it to the window
let it soak up some sun
bring colour to its cheeks
let its eyes feast on the great outdoors:
the tall cedars tapering to the Xmas tree skies,
the yellow-shouldered honey eaters bouncing on boughs
like kids on a trampoline
cobwebs in their silvery finery draped
over the gate that no one enters.
Invite some other poems over, maybe
Too much navel gazing is not good for a poem.
Offer it a coffee.
a sliver of Mrs. Kiplingβs peach and vanilla slice.
a jaffa cake for zing,
Take it for a workout at the gym.
.Itβll soon be better.
And so will you.
I’d best fetch the sellotape πππ€
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LOL π I read that line somewhere , ‘is your poem looking unwell?’ and I just ran with it; surprised at some of the places it took me π
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Well you did a grand job ππ€
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I like this one John.
Both the poem and the poet need nourishment, right?
Makes me think spring is on its way and reminds me I need to water my plants!
Happy Tuesday/Wednesday. π
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thanks, Eden. good tidings to you too :); glad you enjoyed this one π
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You been gazing into your coffee John? This one is good. Your imagination did you well…..
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it takes me places I never imagined: the gate that no one enters: there’s a whole short story there alone π thanks Don π
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Was it you who told me writers block is a myth? someone did recently….you just need to free up your mind and see where it goes. There’s a quote of Jessica Masterson I like “The next time your mind wanders follow it around for a while”
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love that quote: and yes, Don, it would have been me; I’m sure you’re an adherent of that philosophy too π
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All I have to do is gaze into my coffee, say neurons “go for it” and I’m away….little buggers are at it already and it’s not even coffee time yet…I’m doomed
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it could be a rough day, Don: gird your loins and face what comes π expect no mercy π¦
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Jeez John you getting all religious? gird ya loins?
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Yes, the sad poem definitely nees a ride in a pocket around town. Warm and snug. Make sure to keep it warm. Take it out and read it occasionally so that it can feel heard and appreciated. π I am now thinking of many ways to console my own downcast verse.
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beautifully put, Karen; it doesn’t hurt to give your verse a shot in the arm now and then, a rush in the blood, a cattle prod to the backside π
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I think they’re scheduling my shot for next November here. Cattle prod, eh? Haven’t tried that yet.
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good one π no, cattle prod is a bit edgy; my mate Adrian often referenced cattle prods π¦
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This was adorable π
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thank you so much; it felt good — so that’s always a good sign π
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Absolutely
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Very sweet and some lovely descriptions. Feeling a bit wan myself. Might take some of your advice. π
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it’s always good to give yourself a gee up π whatever gets you through the day π
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Works like magic
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thanks, Beth ; I had to pull something out of the hat after the previous problematic post π
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What a great outing for the poem, John. A great mental field trip!
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thanks; this one appears to have struck a chord with readers; I think I’m finally getting the hang of what works π and it’s usually being at ease with your material so serendipitous moments can happen π
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Yes they can. π
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That’s good advice, John π
Every waning poet deserves a bit
of the Wang Chung in the Sun βοΈ
treatment …
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you got that one right, David; there are few things worse than a waning post π
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thanks, David, I remembered the song but good to hear it again: my what a jittery video — what were these boys on?
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Chunging too much wang,
I suspect π€ πΆοΈ
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Nothing puts a droop in your step
as flaccid poetry π
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Hence the need to
gird the loins….
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Hahahahahahahah
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That must be where
the girder originates π€
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you’re on the ball this morning, David π
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“The swinging wrecking ball
never wanes in the morning.”
~ Confucius X
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Nuts to all of you!!
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nice one, Ed; what a rich bag of puns we’ve brought to the party!
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Thank you, John. I prefer to leave no stone unturned; to keep the carrot dangling, so to say.
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and on that note …. π
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don’t worry: your posts are lively π
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Sad poems bring awards. Wan poetry though…I’ll try offering coffee, John! BTW, any idea why WP made me unfollow you? I was wondering why I wasn’t getting any notifications.
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no idea, Shaily; funny things happen on WP; like your comment: yes, sad poems do win awards — and that is sad π¦
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I totally agree. I write a cheerful poem, it gets 4 likes. I write a sad one, it gets 20… Weird world!
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I loved the idea of having a poem party! Brilliant.
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there should be more of them; unattached poems warmly invited π
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Some would cheat though, pretending they were not attached, when they were.
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ROFL ; I’m going to have to pay that one; that is a Hobbo gem, a prized cut indeed π
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That would be something, a poem smelling of sweat after the gym.
You treat your poems very well and so they come out really good.
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thank you, Ulle; they are all strong, strapping lads π
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I love this! Some poems really do need a coffee, a workout, some Vitamin D. Good advice here
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thanks; glad you enjoyed π
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Nicely satirical
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