This was written as a birthday poem to someone I knew. Someone whose opinion I’d asked for on an article I’d written as a fledgling blogger. Put my heart & soul into that piece, as you do when you’re trying to craft one of your first public utterances. ‘Does it come across as pretentious’ I asked. He told me in an all-knowing way that ANYONE who writes a blog is pretentious. Anyway he discarded my poem without thanks having briefly scanned the first few words. It still makes me giggle.
(with monitoring by the POETRY POLICE)
they tell me you’ve hit the age of sixty
where the rhyming gets a little tricksy
So forgive me if the poem peters out
into some unfathomable metre, loutish in it’s rambling incoherence,
wandering through an arid desert, words dotted hither and thither
promising some denoument of a kind….
then finally tying together…. the workings of a brilliant mind ??
….. but now fading like some remnant of an oasis ….. a patch of damp in the desert…..then……. nothing…..
For god’s sake man, pull yourself together, it’s this guy’s birthday !
Do Poetry. Now !!!
Happy Birthday! Welcome to flowering of life.
Celebrate this joyful day with friends, children, and wife.
Sight undimmed, Intellect still incicisive like a knife
slicing through the random chaos of unconnected thought crowding in
on a beleagered mind desperately seeking reason but turning at last
to the beckoning arid desert horizon
until the relentless sun’s fire, consuming all……
……leaves just the burnished skeleton of…..
STOP THAT… Poetry police…Serious Violation Warning…
Nature dictates. We go through life, metronomes in time
Barely seeing, every step, each enticing sign
‘Step this way’ here’s yet another portal to sublime
Use your age, aquired wisdom, nurture your intention
to step outside the constraints of our one-dimensional
existence. Consistency of practice fundamention
That’s better, I like the cut of your jib m’boy. Knew you could do it.
We’re keeping an eye on that last word though, got our experts looking at it now.