I'm not going to analyse this one at all. It just speaks to me at a deep elemental level.
I can hear the clan storyteller, reciting it in measured tones around a campfire, to an audience of quietly nodding heads, silently acknowledging the shared memories.
Gyppo
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- Sat Feb 06, 2021 1:25 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Warmth in Cold Places (revised)
- Replies: 11
- Views: 4836
- Sat Feb 06, 2021 1:09 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: The Brotherhood
- Replies: 11
- Views: 4668
Re: The Brotherhood
Indar, Thanks for the memories. Deeply evocative of the way my Dad used to come home from work, smelling of 'outdoors', Old Holborn Golden Virginia hand-rolling tobacco, and his jeans stiffening with half dried cement. Red and roughened hands. It was only years later that I wondered at the contra...
- Mon Jan 25, 2021 4:16 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Transport and Perception
- Replies: 5
- Views: 2235
Re: Transport and Perception
Cheers, Matty and Colm. I'm glad it 'worked' for you. Over the years I've become increasingly aware of how our perceptions, of others and our surroundings, change with our viewpoint and our own mental stance. Sometimes this helps me see things from another's viewpoint, and sometimes not at all. I'm ...
- Sat Jan 23, 2021 5:31 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Transport and Perception
- Replies: 5
- Views: 2235
Transport and Perception
Transport and Perception Choose wisely the transport you take for it shapes your whole perception. It's the same world, the same you, the same eyes watching. But... Large aircraft isolate, despite the fat man sharing your armrest, dripping with nerves and making you think... "Is his sick bag reall...
- Sat Jan 16, 2021 1:54 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Cats.
- Replies: 6
- Views: 2852
Re: Cats.
Cheers, Folks. Suggestions have been taken on board. This is one of those things I will probably juggle around a bit more over the next few weeks There's already a few squiggles on my scratch pad ;-) If I make a noticeable revision I'll post it here when it happens. I'm know I'm guilty of not wan...
- Mon Jan 11, 2021 2:32 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Cats.
- Replies: 6
- Views: 2852
Cats.
Cats We'll never really be friends, we have too much in common. Both comfortable in our own skins. But we acknowledge each other, as free spirits. Each true to himself, to his inner nature. You never beg food at my door, and no longer casually stroll in. We both respect unspoken boundaries. Some ...
- Tue Jan 05, 2021 9:42 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: The whole world's a stage
- Replies: 6
- Views: 2720
Re: The whole world's a stage
Gyppo, I believe I just hijacked your very fine poem to get on a soapbox and preach, probably to the choir. If it got you back to the keyboard I'll consider it a fair trade. My good deed for the day. Online groceries... Until a lot of the shops were closed, and people had to queue to get in I wa...
- Tue Jan 05, 2021 5:07 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: The whole world's a stage
- Replies: 6
- Views: 2720
Re: The whole world's a stage
Colm. It comes with the turning of the year, but never stays long. Or when a younger friend or relative 'leaves early'. This year, with lockdowns, there have been fewer positive distractions. I'm reminded of the old comedian, Frank Burns. (A man who had appearances booked with his agent up to and...
- Tue Jan 05, 2021 4:56 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Sleep
- Replies: 7
- Views: 3189
Re: Sleep
Colm, That last verse is a poem in its own right. Both cryptic and explicit. As soon as I read it I felt its claws locking into my memory. Maybe all poets are cats. Chasing the flickering everyday interests of life, or sat in a quiet sunlit corner pondering the deeper mysteries. Slipping betwee...
- Mon Jan 04, 2021 3:52 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: The whole world's a stage
- Replies: 6
- Views: 2720
The whole world's a stage
The whole world's a stage, and we are but players... One day we all have to leave the stage. Maybe with a thunderous riff, a crashing flourishing chord, A ringing last line, or with a plaintive haunting note. A whispered farewell, or with no warning at all. Selfishly, I find the last option quite ...