17 January 2016
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Mr Pudding welcomes all genuine comments - even those with which he disagrees. However, puerile or abusive comments from anonymous contributors will continue to be given the short shrift they deserve. Any spam comments that get through Google/Blogger defences will also be quickly deleted.
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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...
This is very impressive but I don't know much about poetry or writing come to that.
ReplyDeleteI know you are not just "Blender" and lenses Adrian.
DeleteI like this poem very much, although it's very solemn. You're quite a talented writer and poet!
ReplyDeleteSolemn yes... but I can do frivolous too. I thank you for bothering to read my poem Jennifer.
DeleteReflections on mortality inspired by your walks I would guess? Fine words though.
ReplyDeleteThank you for looking at the poem and considering it Ian.
DeleteSad...footprints and long shadows of sorrow...
ReplyDeletebut beautiful...as is life...
DeleteIt was on my long walk on Friday that the idea of existence being layered came into my mind. To tell you the truth Lee I am not entirely sure that I conveyed this notion successfully in the poem. I may try other versions.
DeleteA beautiful and spiritual poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading it and thinking about it Red.
Delete(Whoops, left a word out ) - I like this poem very much. Using geological layers as a metaphor feels very natural in this context and works very well indeed.
ReplyDeleteAs long as it is a "word" you let out Aiden and not something gaseous!
DeleteThat Neil Theasby should contribute more poetry to your blog.
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There are reasons why I keep quiet about my real name on this blog Alphie - people I don't want searching for me.
DeleteYP - I live pretty much in a fog - I realise now that your name is Neil and YOU wrote this poem? Bloody Nora, it's a really great poem - please post some more. Pablo Neruda is my favourite poet (Just in case you were wondering LOL)
ReplyDeleteI am surprised that you favourite poet isn't Fleur Adcock or Janet Frame...
DeleteI understand what you are saying. James K Baxter, Brian Turner, Sam Hunt, A R D Fairburn et al are also worthy NZ poets.
DeleteAiden Smith is also a renown NZ poet. His "Sailing from Whangarei and Other Poems" is almost as moving as "Poems from the Bay of Plenty" by Kate Steeds.
DeleteI like this poem very much, Neal, er, YP. I bet you could have had a successful career as an English teacher. And the accompanying photo is perfectly matched to it too. Please, sir, may I have another?
ReplyDeleteThank you Bob. When my creative juices bubble again I am sure that another poem will be spewed out.
DeleteBeautiful poem, Mr. Pudding. Was it a gray and dreary day when you wrote it? Or, was your knee hurting? Very reflective and loving of the places you have walked.
ReplyDeleteMy knees have been in great shape for months now Mama Thyme and I wrote the poem after last Friday's sunny walk. I don't find the idea of the layers of history a dreary notion nor solemn as Jennifer earlier implied.
DeleteI find it comforting.
DeleteGood one YP !
ReplyDeleteMore please YP ! All those wonderful walks you share with us, are an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful ode, YP. I am coming late to an appreciation of poetry, inspired by Poetry Please on R4 of a Sunday :-) This is really evocative, I love the evocation of all the others that have walked those byways before you and those that will walk in your own footsteps after your days x
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