But I will be carrying on here as usual.
And the next inspiring event comes up later on – with the free on-line Poetry Course with the Creative Writing Dept at Iowa State University – when that date is announced I will post it (it lasts for 5 weeks)
poetry
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Beautiful Question
yes, beautiful
Lost Voices
the Valley Welsh
and the Cockney Welsh
rarely mingle, except for holidays,
when they descend on our house
and turn me out from my bed
‘never mind, cheer up, ducks, ‘
says me Nan, sprinkling violets onto cotton,
tossing fresh laundered sheets in the air
the men have arguments around the table,
how they love to raise their voices,
though they all agree
if truth be told
”edoocation for edoocations sake”
they lecture me
‘come by here’
and ‘mind now’
storm in a teacup
‘look you boyo’
‘see now,’ telling tales of Tom-the-Milk
and Willie-One-Hair
me Da’s Mam puts her pinny on
but settles in an armchair
pouring luke warm tea,
‘no sugar mind,’ she says
her face is always serious
and now, here come the Cornish
like a blast of sea air
from a far horizon
they travel ‘up country’
unwillingly,
late as usual,
laid back
smiling,
all the way from God’s Own Country
”hello me ‘ansome, orlroight?
some weather we’m havin’,
i’d love a nice cuppa tae”
and then the laughter starts
and the voices gather
around the piano
to sing in harmony,
the Welsh with a lean to the minor key,
while my father tickles the ivories,
‘there’s lovely’,
until the early hours
when me Pop says to me,
disappointingly,
with an eye on the clock,
”Time for bed me ol’ cock”
The Fairy Funeral
Great blog! Love it!
Writing Prompts
If you are looking for inspiration I have just updated my Writing Prompts page
National Poetry Month starts tomorrow!
The first post of NaPoWriMo, with prompt, featured participant, and our first featured poet in translation will go live at 12:01 a.m. eastern standard time April 1; subsequent daily posts will also go live at 12:01 EST each day.
Participating poets can be seen here http://www.napowrimo.net/participants-sites/
My own is there and also here https://napowrimo2016atdreamingpath.wordpress.com
Or Will the Dreamer Awake
Great poem by Medora – click link
https://slearthweek.wordpress.com/about/birth-a-poem-about-endangered-species/
Moonriver
Poetry Month starting soon
Dreaming Bob Dylan
I fell asleep and dreamed a dream.
I was with my old lover, we lay in bed.
The things in our room were re-arranged.
I said, ‘The bed side table should be here,
there is nowhere now i can rest my book
and the shelf is gone, and your memory jar.’
To get to this place we had travelled far.
I went outside and i saw where we were.
We were in a hotel by the Taj Mahal,
the shining white palace of love,
and a river flowed right past our door.
‘I have been for a walk’ i said to you
you answered me with a warning smile
‘You cant be too careful with children here,
you must hold their hands wherever you go.”
I said ‘yes, it’s true, but our children are grown,
they have their own lives, and their own homes,
they are taller than me, the nest is flown”
You told me you’d been out the night before
and met a man who got you drunk.
You showed me a head that was covered in gold
it was huge and heavy but the face was kind.
You tipped it up and the liquor flowed
out of its neck and onto the ground.
There were shallow waters all around.
I heard a guitar and I turned about.
I saw Bob Dylan was standing there.
His face in the free-wheelin’ time of life,
a time when he shone like a new born star.
I listened to his songs as the river flowed by.
I sat by the river and talked with him.
He didn’t say much. He looked resigned.
My lover said ‘There’s a wish fulfilled,
You can tick that one off the bucket list.’
I said ‘Wishes are useless in times like this.
I think Bob Dylan’s time has come.
There’s no place left for us to run.’
It makes me feel lost, he’s a friend,
a friend I maybe never had
but i played music so long with him
blending his guitar with my violin
and now it’s the end of Bob Dylan’s dream,
a beautiful dream. It’s makes me sad.’
The Dreaming Path 