16 October 2017
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Last night, we lay down on sunbeds and watched Mrs Moon rise like a tangerine over The Aegean Sea. To capture the beauty of the scene fa... -
Chavs being chavvish. Just the other day, I spotted a male "chav" down by the local Methodist church. He was wearing a Burberrry ... -
So there I was standing in the kitchen of our son's terraced house. Something caught my eye outside in his little urban garden. It was a...
"I walked with you ....
ReplyDeleteand weighed the burden of your life"
That's what we all want.
Since I posted this I have made a couple of small changes.
Deleteit's even better
DeleteI love this. It's beautiful Neil. ❤
ReplyDeleteThank you for giving me the word - "liminal".
DeleteWell done YP.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thank you for reading it Anna.
DeleteTerrific! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteSorry to say I didn't have a camera on my back as I made this poem.
DeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jenny.
DeleteThe people on the beach photo. Lugworms? I never thought I'd read a poem about lugworms!
ReplyDeleteLugworms occupy the liminal. I didn't mean to imply the people in the picture were lugworms. By the way, lugworms are amazing creatures that have found their niche. I like their name upon my tongue.
DeleteWonderful. Just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Andrea and of course thanks again to Jennifer for sowing a creative seed with her suggested title - "Liminal". Sometimes all you need is a spark.
DeleteBeautiful poem, Mr. Pudding. But, I cannot fully understand it as I do not consider my life or anything in my life or anyone in my life a "burden". Perhaps the meaning in the King's English is different than the slang that Americans use. That must be it. Well done, old boy!
ReplyDeleteI don't fully understand it myself Donna. The words just came out of me. I guess it was just that in that limboland one might feel freed from everyday concerns.
DeleteI'm reminded of the many mornings we would go in search of worms along the beach on Fraser Island...just as the ocean's edge.
ReplyDeleteYou drew a word picture with ease, Yorkie....well done. :)
It's pleasing that this poem brought a memory to mind - between sea and land digging for worms.
Delete"at the ocean's edge" I meant to type...as the water ebbed.
DeleteWe used go in search of the worms at the water's edge as well as pipis/eugaries ("wongs" - they were/are referred to as on Fraser Island).
But in those days did you know white from wong?
DeleteStill don't...
DeleteYou bring something to life that very few people think about or even know about. Now being a prairie boy and a long way from the sea liminal was a new one to me.
ReplyDeleteThe term "liminal" concerns a between position. That doesn't have to involve the sea.
Deletejust as the ocean's edge.
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