How sad to miss the simple joy of things
In this mad trolley dash we call a life
The buzzing, happy bees in lavender
The warbling blackbird on a frosty gate
A tumbling torrent from a lofty peak
Woodbine and roses down a country lane
Proud mother swan with cygnets on the lake
Pine needle carpet in a dark, chill wood
Church spires framed in sunset sky aflame
A bag of chips with tang of vinegar
Children’s laughter carried on the wind
Moonlit beach with no one but the sea
Another blessed day to live and breathe
How sad to miss the simple joy of things
Oli 08/09/07
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Written by maipenrai (783 comments posted) 8th September 2007 |
Liked this Oli, it sounds like a long gone age.
Bernie |
Written by AnnieSeed (128 comments posted) 8th September 2007 |
| Love it. The sentiments are spot on and very well expressed. |
Written by Phil (6713 comments posted) 8th September 2007 |
It does sound like a long gone age - but there are the occasional moments when we stumble upon the simple pleasures.
Interestingly, the poetry sounds like it comes from a long(ish) gone age too. Perhaps it's the subject matter that does it. Not a crit, I liked it. Simple, direct and appealing.
Phil |
Thank you so much Oli
Written by Josie (2785 comments posted) 8th September 2007 |
| Amidst the broken hearts and gloom that seems sometimes to sweep over the poetry section, here I find a most refreshing and lovely poem - like an oasis in a desert. Thank you so much. You and I both live in beautiful parts of Britain, and how we really appreciate it! My mother used to say a poem about being too busy to see things. Can't think at this time of night what it was called. Do you know? |
Thanks folks!
Written by Talisker (1326 comments posted) 8th September 2007 |
Josie, thanks, perhaps you are reminded of William Henry Davies' masterpiece:
What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep, or cows.
My poem is writ in a similar vein and with (perhaps) a similar style. Though actually inspired by a Wordsworth piece.
Maybe the (fairly) strict iambic pentameter gives it the olde worlde feel.
Thanks again
Oli |
Written by Lizzy (793 comments posted) 8th September 2007 |
Yes, enjoyed this too.
Wish I could write a poem about the lovely sunflowers I can see outside my window on this dull, grey sunday morning.
Lizzy |
Written by Fledermaus (3281 comments posted) 9th September 2007 |
| A nice reminder of the simple things in life. It works well, but it's not one of your best poems. |
Dearest Batty!
Written by Talisker (1326 comments posted) 10th September 2007 |
"not one of your best poems"
Perhaps, in a world where subjective judgement is foremost (not my world), or legitimately in the realms of your own opinion.
For my part, I ceased comparitive judgement of the merit of my poems after poem number 2. I would no more compare the relative merits of one of my own poems against another, than I would do so with bowel movements.
Oli |
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