Hi there again..... today is just a little write about the poetry in my life....of course there is the literal poetry, of which I can either be a profuse writer or dumb struck blockist....( which, because you have no choice over what I choose to indulge myself with, I will share some of with you in this blog...) and the more subtle poetry which exists in the music you choose to listen to, both melody and words, the rising and setting sun, the lulling hum of wave to shore or the crash of sea and howl of wind in a storm.....and then the poetry we sometimes miss in the expletive ridden voice of a disgruntled son...the silences of a misunderstood daughter...the snoring of a fast asleep husband and the tilt of an earnest puppy's head. You see in the end it is all poetry...life is a free poem...that has its own rythm, its own synchronicities, its own humour and its own pathos...
Unfortuneately for many, poetry is not something we look for, or appreciate or understand....it is rather, something we disdain, find boring and unimportant or downright revile! ( is it possible that this is how some view their lives too; does this mean we've lost the ability to see the poetry...to feel the poetry...to live the poetry...?)
Anyway, today I am adding a few indulgent poems to my blog and a URL that will connect you to a poetry site that has lots of interesting competitions and shared poetry etc and opportunities to list your own poems too...mine are listed varoiusly under these names...Bev Murray or Bev Ann Murray(I can never seem to be consistent about my 'writing name'.....) there appear to be quite a few poets??? with my name actually so to help I am usually listed at the top of the quite a few in both name instances....or the good poems are obviously mine and the others are obviously not....ahmm........
The web site is http://www.poetry.com/
The URL is http://poetry.com/contest/poetrycontest.asp?suite=A93801&sak=P4171740
Here are the indulgences:
(past and present)
Bird by bev Murray 2000
You lie there
Twisted neck
No pool of blood for you
No sacrificial light
Just a caricature of life
Soft beige feathers bereft of flight
The early dark
Engulfs you
Your shadow slight
You lie there
Twisted head
Broken thing
Creature of night
Sacrosanct fright
Our inward terror swells
Born on a fractured wing
Escapes into your flight no more
It is long done
The Universe extracted price
You pay
Defiled once, twice, thrice
You lie there
Twisted neck
Broken wing
You lie there
Flaccid, insensate thing.
Dusk
By Bev Murray 2003
Dusk catches a silvery breath
Sighs in the wisp of cloud
That slips beneath her bosom
Sucks up the universe into her soft mouth
Mist sits
Like droplets of saliva about her chin
A tetragramaton Sun
Rays her enchanted blush
Haloes round, muff like
Fading
Dusk envelops the Last Supper of day
And sinks deep into the night……..
My poem
bev murray 2006
In the restless sounds of morning
Tapping at my desk
Smells of newly baked rolls and humid curry
Voices raised in greeting
The bustle of a small street waking
Engines purring like ruffled cats
Acrid smells
Blowing blue-gray smoke
Lilting up my verandah
A poem begins to write itself
Like a baby waking. Small gurgles of attentiveness
Roaring into a rage of hunger and darker fears
Tapping,
Clicking in my ears
Fingers stretching too fast to reach the keys
Blur of letters
Iconic language, mood, feel,
Mine and alone mine…
The street belongs to all
Children rushing for the bus
Old men stooped to the ground
The smart women with painted smiles
A ginger cat that belongs to no-one
But My poem
belongs to me….
The past by Bev Murray July 2006
Locked in their
Bubble of time
My bits of history
In situ
Like iconic Vesuvians
Pompey memories
Dining on the
Warp of timeless
Mind….
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