74 The Meanderthal

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Anaesthesia lives the eons as an Unawaked. A birthless lamentation.

No strands of biology to wire a breath.  Memories, a blank odyssey.

In state, a floating, faceless emoticon wrasps of Nature’s joys.

“..dull, dull, dull, yes, yes, yes…”

The meanderthal, who stirs the atmosphere in vapoury voyage,

Where bloodless drift shifts space to chaos – is Anaesthesia.

Her unperfumed bouquets deconstruct the woods in hush 

As steeliest moleculars crumble to particularate white.

Airy whisperings can whisk the ozone thick to standstill delusion.

The Milkshake Mutterer, with her hoary small talk creates.

Her favourite flavour in truest imperceptibilty. 

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothingness.

“Nothingness is lux, is nothingness”.  Anaesthesia’s absolute power.

‘Nothing Ventured’, the snowfluff flotilla of still passage descends.

As Lux smothers tree seedling youth into lightless hiatus.

Nothingness’  a breathless tomb pillow talks.

No sat nav can guide the white calamus quest from ravage, but Sol.

As morning star, its spectrum rouses life’s liquid on helieborus.

Early Spring’s perfect petal cups, the Chloroformed awaken.

A downy feather lies still, as slow water flows once again.


The WordPress Poetry 201 course offered the following inspiration as part of its challenge on Day 5.

DAY 5

Fog = as the theme.

Metaphor = a form of visualisation through words, which  “brings two terms together, which are not connected,  but will make sense”.

Elegy = the poetic form. “An elegy is traditionally, pairs of verses, couplets, where the first is slightly longer than the second. It also has to evoke the feeling that something is “irretrievably gone” – such as a moment, a place , a feeling.”

This was certainly such a challenge. It took me time to think about all this and when I did, I realised I wanted to spend a little more time on it, and then became much more engaged,  when I could. I hadn’t expected to be so drawn. But in and out the writing,  I also wanted to feel Nature again and try and feel the reality of my elegy where possible. The photos from the path of my street on the afternoon walk of February 28 2015.


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73 Animalists between the Concrete

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UNSEEN CREATURES

with undertaker features

which wriggle and burrow

with their tubes of elastic to mash

and melt oldest plant plastic soft

workings with hard machination

waste and dead bodies

they eat the most squalid

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Blind thieves whose underground struggle earns title

Kings of the Soil  will squirm their best for the Earth

and grandest crowns of emerald beauty whose glisten

is nothing without the giant Unseen

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Forms of the lowly, the lonely, the slimiest

these creatures from darkness

disappear

from the

Light

the most

indisputable

unimaginable

Eaters of Germs

Those creeping and crawling

but constant hardworking

the humble

in service

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A Spring pink flower, once a pink seed and friends with a pink earthworm,  watches the ground to see its old friends at work.

Today, a view of The Earthworm’s Holiday Home, and a shot underneath of  good soil in the making. One worm was too private for the lens.


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A FRESH UNDRESS AMONGST THE SUCCULENTS

and sculptured sandtrail tells the story

where a Saharan beauty once slithered soft

with silent speed as a shark

in constant rhythm

and fixed focus poised for unpredictability

moving in increasing surface speed

towards the unsuspecting

scaled to strike in any place

at any time

in burning heat

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This post has taken inspiration by the WordPress Poetry 201 course.

 Day 4

Today’s challenge is to include:

 Animal = the theme

Enjambment = the use of the end of one line becoming the start of the next

and creating flow and also new interpretations

Concrete = picture making with words


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72 The Acrostic Agnostic . Past, Present, Future

Positioned with sweetest apple confection

An ancient Garden evolved and enticed.

Slowly, and slower, Eden turned its honest perfection

To chance. And Trust became dishonestly diced.

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Prehistory teaches Trust’s fate through the fossils

Reasonings of Truth boned to the death

Eliminate doubt, an empty skull whistles

Sense the real and use intuition instead

Now

Today

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Flora’s future is fragile

Uncertain, unbalanced,   Eden once led, but

Trust to caretake its green horizontals lies buried

Under Vertical Garden at Retail River instead

Recycle, reuse, renew trust and commitment

Earth’s resurrection is timed if belief, duty and virtue are dead.


VERTICAL GARDEN AND RETAIL RIVER

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The Vertical Garden of Birmingham UK, New Street Station

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The Garden and the Retail River walkway, once green fields

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Burnt grass in the garden

TO EXPLAIN (with very flimsy pen . no Shakespeare here…)

Cut grass in the garden.

Could look a lot more lush.

This space is like a very bad retirement home

Where outdoor plants keep hush

~

Some poor dears, behind the ears, share their bad haircuts too

With precious left of England’s green and pleasant land

There is little the shortest grass can do.

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A walkway to the shops and trains

Makes a journey smooth and even

But how will plants grow food

And where will we spring a well?

You cant grow food or water

In a retail world from Hell.

Inspiration for these posts came from Day 3 of WordPress 201 Poetry Course, which provided the theme of “trust” to be interpretted as how one wished. 

With new opportunities to consider one’s creativity, the challenge also came with working with a new word I had never heard before,  and almost do not wish to again….. “acrostic”. 

One meaning which was defined on the course: “where the first (or last) letter of each verse together spell out a message”

The first poem attempt has tried this, but the second post is creative licence on “free verse” with “free for all interpretation”, because at this time of night doing this…”I nearly cried, my brain is fried”

Photos taken at Birmingham New Street Station , February 2015


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71 Today’s journeys

      From root to stem to reach a star

Winter’s journey’s wish twinkled thoughts afar

As my branch bends here

And leaves rustle just there

A summer thinking sky bird sings the stars with a prayer.

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 This short ditty was written via the WordPress’ 201 Poetry Blogging Course, where the second day’s task has been to create a limerick with alliteration on the theme of “journey”. But alas, no alliteration has sprouted forth as yet …. 

 The photograph was taken in West Midlands, UK  January 2015


Haiku

2 Fates

A wasted journey

Wrong time, right place. Lost in space

End without a start

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Blown by the time clock

Forward to life’s best exit

New start with good end

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 wet

            when wet swells a seed              

its all about the water

taking its travels

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on a journey up

skywards through root, stem, leaf, sky

only to dripdrop down

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70 Plant Poetry

Water 1

Such fluidity

Travels visibly as silence

Through wood to sky

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Water 2

Drops to grow the greenest

Living blades to cut the scent

Of sweet Spring grass

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Water 3

Bereft of droplet touch

No grass can compass rain’s

Direction northward

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 A little challenge via WordPress’ Poetry Blogging Course which starts today. First day’s task – translate the theme of  “water”  into a “haiku” and include a simile.

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21.10 GMT  . THE REVAMP

A few hours later, it clicked that I had definitely not followed the rules of Haiku in keeping with the 5-7-5 syllables per line, of the 3 line poem structure. What a challenge. So again…..

Water 1 

Fluidity as

Silence travels wood to sky

invisibly straight

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Water 2

To grow sharp grassy

Living blades to cut a scent

Leaves must drink sweet dew

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Water 3

Without waters touch

No grass can map a droplet’s

journey earthward bound

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Water 4

After rain, bright white

Space is watery in weight

And dry with lightness

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Finally

And now my brain hurts

Like a tortured flower head

Lay me down to rest….

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23.00 GMT

PINK WATER

If Life is red water

Where living and loving flow

Love’s water is pink

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69 London in wedding dresses. Flowers talk. Love’s Story 4

THERE IS NO DRESS LIKE A WEDDING DRESS

SATURDAY 14 FEBRUARY 2015

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The Victoria and Albert Museum

Brompton Road . London SW1

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Video highlights from the Victoria and Albert Museum

C19th from the permanent fashion display

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In times past, when men did not whisper “I love you” to a woman of his affections, flowers were crucial. They all had meaning.

Queen Victoria made the white wedding dress fashionable, but when roses are red, violets are blue, in England, other florals also set a trend. Orange blossom, pea pods, lilies-of-the-valley all found their ways into the trousseau from the C18th-C21st, as above within the Victorian veil.

What did they symbolise?

The Language of Flowers 1942

http://www.britishpathe.com/video/language-of-the-flowers/query/wedding+flowers

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Orange blossom for the choker was worn on this modern silk satin dress 1934 for Barbara Beaton, sister of fashion photographer Cecil Beaton. Orange Blossom symbolises fertility. The choker did not use fresh flowers and in the absence of the natural flower, scent was often added.


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68 A kerbside kiss left its lips behind this weekend…Love’s Story 3

SPONTANEITY…..Stourbridge, West Midlands

Occasionally lips do curl, and one might be left a bit stunned. In sunny north of Watford Junction.. a leaf was taken by surprise.

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…During Winter, there may not quite be the same memories of last Summer’s sweetness on a lawn in Paris…

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But a Summer’s kiss in even conservative England, can make the ladybirds do very strange things before leaves have time to turn…

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Gosh! What’s going on? Would there be time for another?

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 Mmmm.. Brightest smiling leafy lippy.

Before or after… or both for a cool February sunset?

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