Thanks Tracy
Yes, its funny as an Irishman living in a town where people find it almost impossible to speak to any stranger in any kind of normal exchange. One can live in a place too long, even though it is actually a great city all told to live in. Lighty was a misprint
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- Tue Jan 31, 2023 9:15 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: street talk
- Replies: 4
- Views: 1193
- Sun Jan 29, 2023 8:35 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: street talk
- Replies: 4
- Views: 1193
street talk
in some towns people talk, strangers exchange words lighty as gulls here in Hamburg they remain tight lipped, ignorant, their empty faces pass by even when you say thank you or excuse me you left a trace across my path your shadow remains or fuck off even that loses heat in the ...
- Sun Jan 29, 2023 8:06 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: stuffing
- Replies: 6
- Views: 1671
Re: stuffing
Hey Tracy There is nothing wrong in what you say. It all began for me with a youtube interview in German with an Austrian philosophy professor who claimed, as they do, to have overthrown 2000 years of philosophical ideas. If I understood the gist, and who knows if that is possible, it revolved aroun...
- Sun Jan 29, 2023 8:00 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: This Time
- Replies: 2
- Views: 1004
Re: This Time
I enjoyed this. I am not sure if I personally am so fond of the personification, it nevertheless works. There are very affecting moments such as the addition of 'leaning' end of L1 plus the inching moss and water moving upstream giving the poem a magical air.
Dave
Dave
- Thu Jan 19, 2023 12:39 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: stuffing
- Replies: 6
- Views: 1671
stuffing
I'd like to apologise for the lack, the words that don't quite... so much stuff, stuffed in drawers, in orifices, life a form of rampant porn, I am - stuffed - with a decadent appetite, I ate two steaks, fries, eight scoops of ice cream... the waitress smiled but it was wasted given the need to fill...
- Mon Jan 16, 2023 12:39 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: glued
- Replies: 2
- Views: 794
glued
is it better to glue oneself to Constable's Hay Wain or Munch's Scream, or a nobbled piece of tarmac between the boots of justice and a leaf folded wetly, like paper, or miles lost in-between? we talk of warmth and cold, temperature numbered in days and hours, in increments, our words landlocked in...
- Mon Jan 16, 2023 11:17 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Rootbound
- Replies: 8
- Views: 1690
Re: Rootbound
While I almost lost my throught the image overload in the centre of he poem this is a fun and elegant way to marry wisdom and philosopher with down to earth gardening. Like it a lot
- Mon Jan 16, 2023 11:14 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: sorrows to come
- Replies: 3
- Views: 1072
Re: sorrows to come
Thanks for the good will, the pertinent comments, for recognizing that the first line was indeed a different start to the poem and needs ditching. Gyppo love what you have done with this. Elegant.
Dave
Dave
- Mon Jan 16, 2023 11:11 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: the loss
- Replies: 2
- Views: 889
Re: the loss
Thanks Tracy, a minor poem in minor key but I need to get back into writing again. Been a while.
- Sun Jan 15, 2023 11:34 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: sorrows to come
- Replies: 3
- Views: 1072
sorrows to come
I wish I didn't measure time as it stretches forth,
I couldn't envisage a line of days drawn from today
to a single end moment, whose breathless nudge,
and leaf flutter in azure above my head
seal the fate of an idea: perhaps I won’t
live long enough to see my grandchildren grown.
I couldn't envisage a line of days drawn from today
to a single end moment, whose breathless nudge,
and leaf flutter in azure above my head
seal the fate of an idea: perhaps I won’t
live long enough to see my grandchildren grown.