GUTTURAL MUSE by SEAMUS HEANEY
A classic piece of observation from a hotel window ,in just three five liners .A view of universal everyday scenes from a 'detached 'poetic viewpoint with imaginative ,yet wistful digressions of the older observer 'poet'*
*Ulster poet Seamus Heaney
ever a favourite with me
In which nostalgic childhood shines through
to become a Nobel winner too
Lyrical in beauty,dug from
the depths of the past.
A storyteller, articulate in
elegaic stanza writing words
to last.Of farm life and childhood,
deep in Irish terra firma in
which he and his poetry stood.
A delightful imagist quality
of 'as is moments' once
frozen in memory,and now
released for our delight .His
triplet,quatrain and quintain form
brings a succinctness of thought
combined with the commonplace
A Tribute to Seamus Heaney 1939-2013
Unsuppression
Exact wild convoluted digressions
Dispatched rap to re ramp tan
Hide all important novelties
As I confuse the vile
Stagnations the ball sawed dust till
Legends found tall
Ballerina indignant
The definition that wouldn't kiss
She wanted rules in verbs
Out of poison
Longing for idiom
We played out a sunlight
So I could pass on to heaven
What he might
A long a line in times
Well righting zincs
Wipe after wipe
I built a heart she never lept
Four cloves to the heart did grow
And removed her shucks from my lies
Brexit
More vacuous verse to the void:
abysmal, of meaning devoid.
A reflexive spasm
sends more to the chasm
where anemic arts are destroyed.
Escaping, strange thoughts from my head
go written but largely unread.
Another deposit
to add to the closet
of words that are better unsaid.
So, in the crevasse this now lurks
with woefully wonderless works:
discursive digressions
regarding obsessions
with muses and quixotic quirks.
Take Fast vitamin D,
To get the head out of the water,
Stop the images process asks reason,
The images, in general, think of the TV, attack us,
One must know how to escape often,
To meditate in every possible silence,
In all the divine lights, enligthning lights,
Lights whose soul is strengthened, like a wild animal,
Let’s sort it out, get away,
We deserve the song of the rivers,
The song of mountains, thick forests,
That song where our voice echoes,
Above the valleys and busy men,
Above the dangerous chimes,
Deo gracias! Deo Gracias! Say these precious songs!
From clearly worried shaky lips
Much surprising confident tips,
Less and less notice of sure death;
Moving her remains to a heath.
The Dying is, sometimes Genius
Digressions,can see,are ruinous...
A few minutes it'll be over
From then, as a fresh ghost,Rover;
She would first on her own roof perch
Next,on far-away Britain's Birch
"Son,peace make with whom you've wounded
But it must be body,not heart
Close friendship with whom you've hounded.
But disfigured not with your cart...
"I've heard you Ghost-In-The Making
Maurice shall his time be Taking".
I Gezelda, goddess of the dragons,
bestow upon you, young one, this fire.
Use it to warm yourself. never do harm;
remember, you are a dragon.
Your dragon oath, you mustn’t take lightly;
for you were created by the greatest god.
Your duty to your people is
to keep them safe from wyvern winds.
Once Wyvern’s had the power of fire;
utilize it rightly, they did not.
Dragon-kind was given to Gaia;
to dragon-kind, was given fire.
Go forth my blessed, dragon-child
and slay the wyvern hoards tonight;
for they do harm for which, you’re blamed;
they will pay for their evil digressions.
Songs of Power Let it be.
When the dark moments get unclear,
I feel lonely ,lost and directionless,
Mother, my guiding light is there to whisper,
Words of wisdom like diamonds that are priceless.
Ups and downs are a part and parcel,
Dear ones depart for some reason,
Hard times you should not bundle,
Each life has its own different season.
Feed your faith with those in problem,
And see nature answer your questions,
Converse with the silence of tulips that blossom,
To your worries you will get digressions.
When I wake up in the middle of the night,
Words of wisdom flow and tune in me,
My bones strike the music chord right,
Move on in life,LET IT BE.
Rizwana Bhurani.
14.11.2015
For Contest Songs of Power
Like a great parodied indolent
Such illusions of meaningless digressions
Compliant with a game of chance
Purred for the sun to pass
And built a twilight barricade
Till hunger drew slack
Then like a flack of mottled light
Round beneath it
Time in hours
It moved the world..
Beyond all those particular existences
Such illusions of meaningless digressions
from what's humble and noble
Decimated to nothing other than
eternal oblivion
A fallacy to one's own finitude
A pretension to omnipotence
An undue adulation
To such negations
Of knowing evil by infection........
(Dedicated to Carlos Bousono)
Without digressions and steadily
You grew old like a river reaching the sea.
As one who reaches the sea and the sand,
you let go off the safety of the land.
You fought the storms battling with age.
Your spirit overcame. You turned a page.
Your words became salty and filled with shells,
drifting in light and drafted in spells.
Young in its fervour, brother of the waves,
your heart carried weight, wherever it braved.
Wherever it braved, you came into being
as when morning dawns and night is fleeing
in the slimmest of lights, and you suddenly know
a new day is born and you feel aglow.
You reached old age undisturbed by chance
with time for reflection and eager for balance,
with a gift to listen, repent and find peace,
as the sea waves receive, hold on and release.
As the sea winds play with an errant dove
may the Great Spirit enfold you with love,
carry you, written in wind, salt and sea
to Elysium’s infinite harmony.
DIGRESSIONS ON BILLBOARD HAIKU
Sick of the commute?
Early morning pavement gray as masticated
breakfast sprinkled with broken glass.
Brakelights driving you crazy?
Blinking red Morse with its Monday
bad news: Accident Ahead.
Take the train and dream.
And off beyond the shoulder, fields of grasses
growing free, whatever the mind can see.
you spill into my life
i flood into yours
cool water
and
occasionally warm
h2o
waiting for a shower
to cleanse the days'
digressions
to build last nights'
feelings of bondage
away
as the new emotions
come to shore
singing
dancing
moving
through this life
as i sit on Einstein
and his voice is muffled
did i say an overboard
statement
whilst
waiting for fruit
and waffles
waiting for lovely human
contact
had someone said
"it's o.k."
well,
i heard that part
so,
i just move like a piece
of energy
and i
just move like a piece of
everybody
that moves in times of volcanism
and new turf
despite the fact that
we hear our ears
found by the day dreamers
of looking glass
persuasion
always
looking for the new thought
through microscopic eyes
hitting
the ground running
and spinning out
360
i personally enjoy
180
-
it makes me react
it makes
the dreams start
to love
and react
finally
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