A few wise words (but, not these ones).
The complete absence of anything,
leaves nothing as your only choice.
So, choose carefully, lest your voice be heard.
And, to begin, a final word:
throw Causton to the wind,
if you’ve a mind,
find a place where you can unwind,
and tread carefully
when you have read in Caerphilly.
I do it (My Way).
she’s been flying around for weeks;
She had just popped to the shop
Flew in, flew out,
but just didn’t know when to stop.
Oh, what a beautiful landing,
my landlady cleaned it today;
I’ve got a wonderful feeling,
Everyone’s singing ‘My Way’.
Beyond the Haiku
Five, seven, five;
equalling twenty-one syllables, three lines – not necessarily a Haiku.
Then again, adding two further lines,
doesn’t automatically make it a Tanka.
What is it with these poetry forms?
The sonorous strictures of structure?
The winnowing, whistling whisper of onomatopoeia?
The chimes of rhymes internalised in line,
coupled as a couplet particularly fine?
What is this wine without sobriety?
Or the notoriety of infamy’s variety?
And so on…
I signed up for a ninety-nine year lease
on a two-up, three down flock of geese;
now I am waiting for my commitment to cease,
as there has been an Oriental increase.
“There’s a lot of it about!”
Out is not
is not Out.
Be aware, of this viewpoint;
for there are dissenters about ,
who swear that the difference between Black and White
is a Grey area…
that Left is Right –
when seen from an opposing direction;
and nothing can become something –
as in when you add words to a blank page…
like in this case.
What is this Starch Art that I hear of?
How does that work?
I thought that Starch was just for stiffening stuff;
and I haven’t seen any Starch Art in the galleries that I haven’t frequently frequented.
Perhaps it’s very minimalist,
or just not that good.
Maybe it’s a new thing
that hasn’t been about that long.
I don’t – and I’m a Leo.
The Zing in May
is a wonderful thing;
a May Zing!