It’s the hand pulled from a bucket of water thing, David. I particularly like the line
“Would only ever awkward sit”.
Comment is about Suspended (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
Hi David,
Dreams and dreaming is perhaps a vast subject to reflect on I believe?
It's rather fascinating how just a glimpse of something that you'd have seen a week ago appears in your dream the following week, eventhough it meant merely as important as compared to other great events throughout the week.
Thank you for enlightening me about the amygdala and it's effects. Omg, this is more fascinating now. I need to some research work, thanks to you.
And yes, indeed it's just fascinating to just immerse ourselves into whatever comes up and sums up.
Childhood times were the best for dreaming, I hardly remember one now, but I can surely resonate with whatever you've told, David.
Haha! That's one way to look at it, perhaps I'm the intimidating bigger bull now!
Thank you for such an eloquent comment, David. It was almost like reading a version of summary, which is very nice of you. Thank you for taking out time to read my poem and leaving such an informational and generous comments. Means a lot to me.
Good day to you!
Comment is about Changes (blog)
Original item by Manish
Hi Manish,
It is unusual how we enter and exit periods of lucid dreaming having no apparent control of it.
Of course our subconscious is guiding us, that said I believe there is a trigger for our dream-states. Whether that is some external force or otherwise, who knows? I suspect it is something deep within triggered by some event in our waking moments that returns during sleep.
The amygdala is at the heart of much of this, it deals with processing fear and trauma (among other things, if it works properly) One of the most ancient articles of our human anatomy, therefore I believe one in which much generational mystery may well be stored.
Possibly in our dream-states we are able to access that lizard like muscle, or maybe it interacts with our sleeping brain in a way it cannot during our waking moments. It would be comforting to think that we can manipulate it as much as it might manipulate us, but who knows. Either way our dreams are fascinating worlds in which to immerse ourselves.
When I was a child I thought I could switch my dreams over like TV channels by turning over from one side of my body to the other, I remember it vividly. Alas, this is no longer the case and my dreams now control their own destiny.
An interesting piece of writing which has generated attention.
Regarding the Bull that no longer charges, I hope this is because he is no longer scared or cornered...of course "The Bull" could be you. Either way I'm with the Bull especially if he is being agitated by men.
David
Comment is about Changes (blog)
Original item by Manish
I'm so overwhelmed with all of your generous comments towards my poem, thank you so very much Keith, Holden, Stephen A, Prakhar, Stephen G and Graham. It means the world to me.😊
Like Graham has perfectly mentioned, "it's almost a shame that they come to an end." I only wish they continued the next day.
Comment is about Changes (blog)
Original item by Manish
"hooks full with undead dying
and gawping mouths unfit to live"
An intriguing poem this, Landi.
Thank you.
Comment is about ..on earth as it is in heaven... (blog)
Original item by Landi Cruz
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Wed 17th Apr 2024 09:59
Thank you Mike, for a very well written and highly emotive piece.
Bethany
Comment is about Angels Call (blog)
Original item by Mike Horsfall
Nicely done, Prakhar. Keep writing!
Comment is about The First Try (blog)
Original item by prakhar dhama
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Wed 17th Apr 2024 09:53
I enjoyed the poem, though it seems to be trying too hard with a few of the rhymes. Can someone be a veteran and immature? I gave it a little thought and, yes, I think so.
Comment is about Casanova (blog)
Original item by Juliet
Good poem, the last line is very powerful.
my message however so contrite
would only ever awkward sit
I like how those lines do read awkwardly, hope you meant it!
maybe this is how goes - you're missing an "it"
Comment is about Suspended (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
D. H. Lawrence
Comment is about Songbird. (blog)
Original item by Holden Moncrieff
Poems a poet does not think much of are often the best ones.
Comment is about In praise of Milton Keynes: Graham Sherwood wins poetry competition in home city (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
A great read Manish, but then dreams are rich pickings for poem subjects aren’t they.
It’s almost a shame they come to an end. Your writing is much more involved these days. It’s great to watch how your works are developing
Comment is about Changes (blog)
Original item by Manish
A delightful poem, Stephen.
Comment is about The Fields Of Avalon (blog)
Original item by Stephen W Atkinson
Like a market stall of rotting humanity.
For some reason it takes me back to shanty towns on the edge of Lake Victoria.
Another conjouring of images Landi.
David
Comment is about ..on earth as it is in heaven... (blog)
Original item by Landi Cruz
This is one of the best poems I have seen recently, Manish. So inventive and original.
Comment is about Changes (blog)
Original item by Manish
Thank you Stephen and Landi and those who sent flowers.
Stephen, I think it is very much the point that one mans shite is another mans treasure. All I would add is that polishing another mans turd is not something any of us would do whilst we might just at a push polish our own, not that I think I have...at least not in recent years.
Landi, I think it is good to push through our own doubts and "go to press" regardless. Nothing much ever changed from remaining with the herd or not attempting to be different, that said experimentation at difference has to be more than polishing the turd or painting it a different colour.
David.
Comment is about Mutter (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
The Latin obsolēscere meaning, logically enough, "to fall into disuse" gives credence (Latin credentia, from Latin credent- ‘believing’, from the verb credere) to all silhouettes.
Comment is about Silhouette. (blog)
Original item by Holden Moncrieff
I love 'wrangled' so much more deliberation than 'tangled' would have been.
Comment is about In memoriam... (blog)
Original item by Holden Moncrieff
It was a pleasure to read your comment, Manish! Thank you
And same for you, Tom. Much appreciated.
Part 2 (& 3) get a bit darker. It's a poem borne out of what's been happening lately: cancer, dementia, regret, reminisce, love. I started writing, & The Fields of Avalon is what I ended up with! Anyway glad you liked it. (Part 1 anyway!)
And thanks for the likes, Bethany, Hugh, & Holden. Always appreciated 🌷🌷
Comment is about The Fields Of Avalon (blog)
Original item by Stephen W Atkinson
You get better & better, Manish. An intriguing little gem. 👏
Comment is about Changes (blog)
Original item by Manish
I've recently had the word constipation! And, been told a few times that some of my writing is shite, but, I always say, one man's shite is another man's treasure... Anyway nice one!
Comment is about Mutter (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
My thanks to Manish, Keith, 7eVen and John C for your comments and support. All the 'gamble responsibly' nonsense masks the fact that the whole industry's business model is based on people betting (and losing) more than they can afford. As you say, Keith, lotteries are a giant con, hiding behind 'good causes' which governments should fund themselves.
And thanks to Aisha, Tom, Hugh, Pete, Stephen A, Tim, Bethany, Holden and Rob for liking.
Comment is about Give us all Your Money! (blog)
Original item by Stephen Gospage
Tue 16th Apr 2024 20:57
A wonderful, profound poem, Manish, brimming with intriguing and evocative scenes! I think the first stanza is my favourite😊🌷
Comment is about Changes (blog)
Original item by Manish
Thank you for your likes and, Beth, Rose & Leon thank you for your comments.
“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.”
Carl Sandburg, The Atlantic, 1923
Comment is about A Time it was (blog)
Original item by John E Marks
As I read, I might imagine myself in a mirror on any given idle night, poising myself to speak (oh this wretched sphincter)
--nevermind that some people actually do just that.
..we've become a right self-conscious bunch with the dawn of the age of information, and probably justifiably so.
Anyhow, in regards to your comment, I think you're absolutely onto something. I mean, some of the most vibrant moments of my life have been borne of a certain amount of friction; not of homogeny. That tension is undeniably a part of the impetus that drives us forward. Without it, we're all destined to remain inert--maybe even no better than turds )
Comment is about Mutter (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
It's a deep contrast, the waters with the light of the sun--so many analogies )
Comment is about Sea shine (blog)
Original item by John E Marks
Thanks Reggie,
I think you might be onto something there. You know how us brits like our toilet humour, or maybe not.
David
Comment is about Mutter (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
Thank you so much, my friend. Your words of encouragement and constant support means the world to me.😇
Comment is about Thick-Skinned (blog)
Original item by Manish
This poem is a true masterpiece, it was an absolute pleasure to read it, Stephen A.
Thank you.
Comment is about The Fields Of Avalon (blog)
Original item by Stephen W Atkinson
A beautiful poem yet again, Tim. The boy sure does possess a very vital skill at a young age i.e., paying Attention to Details. The imagery in this excellent, for a moment, I was the young boy as I read the lines.
"He doesn’t know or even cares if it sounds that good
It connects him to life, and he’d sing forever if he could," is a wonderful ending to it. This is surely one of my favorite poems of yours.
Thank you.
Comment is about Boy on a Stoop (blog)
Original item by Tim Higbee
This poem is very inviting and calmly beautiful. I loved the lines,
"No need to hurry,
no need to worry,
life unfolds
at its own pace,
problems resolve
at their own pace."
Comment is about Butterflies Alight (blog)
Original item by Hélène
Father Christmas, the Easter Bunny. My parents were equally as wicked.
Comment is about I sat and listened..... (blog)
Original item by keith jeffries
An interesting poem. The enigma which has gained access to your dreams is probably the ability to rationalise your feelings, espcially those of fear.
Thank you for this,
Keith
Comment is about Changes (blog)
Original item by Manish
A finely constructed poem that draws full attention of the reader from the very first line. I believe that I've always been a good listener which makes me resonate with it. Thought provoking as Graham says.
Thank you.
Comment is about I sat and listened..... (blog)
Original item by keith jeffries
Late to the party on this one.
Like much of your stuff David one has to re-read to appreciate the real meaning. I don't think this is about arses, turds or poo at all, but about flowery language that disguises the unsavoury facts.
(I'm probably totally wrong!)
Comment is about Mutter (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
Thanks for the like Tim much appreciated.
I'm not surprised this isn't popular it was a strange one to try and write. I attempted to soften it with the audio and video link but suspect that really didn't work either.
Poetry about poetry is generally dull, poetry which suggests dislike of certain styles is dangerous ground (although I didn't do that here). Acceptance is the way. Does that negate our desire or right to express dislike? I know that to step into that area is to have to be prepared to accept the reactions or lack of, I think that's fair, it is also honest and often isolating. I appreciate that that is personal choice.
David
But there you have it, onward and sideways I suppose.
Comment is about Mutter (blog)
Original item by David RL Moore
It is a very fine line as children are growing up to know when hoodwinking (used humorously) and lying need to become separate.
It's that time when children see through one's slight of hand tricks.
Sadly we are all guilty of knowingly/unknowingly giving our children one's direct point of view, whether they take that through to adult life or not.
I have always tried to steer clear of politics and religion for exactly the reason you state.
A thought provoking piece Keith! Thank you
Comment is about I sat and listened..... (blog)
Original item by keith jeffries
A poem which generates an incredible urban atmosphere. A poem which takes the reader directly into the scenario described. I have read it four times. I don't often do this.
Thanks,
Keith
Comment is about Boy on a Stoop (blog)
Original item by Tim Higbee
Helene,
Thank you for this delightful poem as it speaks of tranquility. I live with a varied butterfly population and to see them flutter and dance is a great joy.
Keith
Comment is about Butterflies Alight (blog)
Original item by Hélène
A haunting and reminiscent piece - Nice work Stephen 👍
Comment is about The Fields Of Avalon (blog)
Original item by Stephen W Atkinson
Hi Keith - Thank you for your feedback, much appreciated 👍
Thanks for likes Tim & Hugh 👍
Comment is about Love Has Crucified Me (blog)
Original item by Tom Doolan
The only true freedom in the world is within our mind. No one can fully understand the inner space in which we write from. We indeed must have thick skin for the critic's tongue is forged in personal perspective and can only damage if we let it.
You are definitely here for a cause my friend. Thanks for sharing.
Comment is about Thick-Skinned (blog)
Original item by Manish
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Tue 16th Apr 2024 14:02
Very much enjoyed this lovely poem Keith,
Folks, do not go to Malta as I did recently, and had to sit under the ceiling fan, for most of the stay-PHEWW!
Bethany
Comment is about Those Sultry Summers (blog)
Original item by keith jeffries
Manish Singh Rajput
Wed 17th Apr 2024 14:14
An excellent poem that's filled with authentic moments of rising and the things that linger on. The last few lines would even wake up a lazy person back to life.
"So too must I rise and shine and embrace the world,
reluctantly leaving those sheets and blankets of such warmth.
I abandon my cocoon and with a large spoon
fill the coffee pot to the brim, piping hot."
A great read!
Thank you.
Comment is about Waking moments (blog)
Original item by keith jeffries