Friday, August 12

A Poem for Friday


Friday 12th. August 2011

[Another day...another kiln load opened].


Whether pot be green or dry
Whether clay be turned to stone
Whether night gives way to day
Time will tell and time alone.

Whether drought or raging flood
Whether famine or excess.
Whether fighting leads to blood
Clever words do not impress.

Whether peace can be restored
Whether man will smile at man.
Hither goes the cry aloud -
We must do the best we can.

Thursday, August 11

A Poem for Thursday.

July 31  2011

White convolving trumpets
overcoming hedge and tree.
Shouting in bright chorus,
A band of infinity.

Interlacing
Strident spires of pink.
Adding depth
To the symphony.

Loud drum clash of yellow
Breaks up
Their
Pomposity.

Monday, August 8

Two Days in Morecambe.


written by John A. Kind 1907

 Listen to Basil Rathbone take you back...
...even if you were never there!



Everyone delights to spend their summer holiday




Down beside the side of the silvery sea
I'm no exception to the rule
In fact, if I'd my way


I'd reside by the side of the silvery sea.
But when you're just the common or garden Smith or Jones or Brown
At bus'ness up in town
You've got to settle down.
You save your money all the year till summer comes around


Then away you go
To a place you know


Where the cockle shells are found.




Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside



I do like to be beside the sea!



I do like to stroll upon the Prom, Prom, Prom!



Where the brass bands play:
"Tiddely-om-pom-pom!"



So just let me be beside the seaside



I'll be beside myself with glee




And there's lots of girls beside,



I should like to be beside



Beside the seaside!



Beside the sea!





M.m.m.m.m.m.m.m.m.morecambe!


Mag 77 prompt...loving Hopper!

 Summer Evening   Edward Hopper 1947.



I love the work of this artist, stories galore in his work. So I thought maybe this one might fit the bill!
my response to Mag77
Thanks for the great prompt Willow.


So I turned around and walked away for ever,
Never thinking how the days were going to drag.
Put away the things that we had done together,
For I'd heard that saved up memories can go bad.

And half my heart said, never let him come again,
And part of me said , let him please come soon.
As I sank into the chair where once he held me,
And the whole place whispered, this is Alan's room.

Very gently in it's box I placed my lovely ring,
I would never wear it on my hand again.
God alone knows why it's over now this precious thing,
I may know some day but I must wait 'til then.

And half my heart said, never let him come again,
And part of me said, let him please come soon.
As I sank into the chair where once he held me,
And the whole place whispered, this is Alan's room.


[The happy ending?  yes  ...he came back!]