Tag: acrostic poem

What’s in a Word?

It’s a year and a half now since they stopped posting them but – alack and alas, I blush to confess it! – still kinda miss those helpful little WordPress Daily Prompts and their soothing subtitle: Sometimes, you sit down to blog but your words and photos get stuck — prompts give them a push.

No use crying over spilt milk, of course, especially when your eggs are in more than one basket! Words are ten a penny and there are many ways to stumble across them. Open a dictionary, for example, and with eyes closed let your fingers do the walking. Or else click on a site such as https://randomwordgenerator.com/ which does exactly what it says on the tin.

The key thing, though, is to go with that word no matter what it is. After all, it’s hardly random if you have a choice. Unless you want some wriggle-room and decide to do best of three … 

I got porter. Almost clicked again but thought I oughta lead by example and stick with it!

perhaps      having much too much      to say 
or else      much too little time      to say     very much
reduces      my            desire
to string    words    like pearls      to say anything much
except when  words      picked at
random carry me from such silence      to say              something

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If anyone should come up with something from a random word, please send me a link – or else the something itself!

I’d love to read it … 🙂

 

Blogging the Future

S hots in the dark can be dangerous.
U ploading crap is a crime.
S pinning a parable’s tedious.
T elling old tales just wastes time.
A s for what actually works in the long run,
I t waits outside any virtual plan –
N othing’s beyond a rhyme.

 

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So What?

 

Any education system that puts too much stress on getting ‘right’ answers runs the risk of crushing the natural instinct young people have to experiment. You don’t learn new things to impress others but to discover them for yourself. Extrinsic motivation is no substitute for the intrinsic purpose of finding out how the world works and determining your place in it. Making mistakes is the only way to learn what works. It’s all too easy to repress the discovery urge in children and to make them fearful of change.

Herbie Hancock’s story about Miles Davis has inspired me to riff on the theme. The uncertainty of the future calls for a creative response which is fearlessly experimental. Rule nothing out and incorporate everything. Natural evolution itself proceeds by accumulating past success and the cultural evolution that is our special invention should never be hijacked by political elements who wish to exclude particular influences. Art and science must remain open to the world.

To help myself argue from first principles, I’ve revisited the WordPress Daily Prompt site – now extinct – and its fitting final word: Retrospective.  I had to dig down in my own Archive for this draft post which, without a hasty bit of improvisation, might never have seen the light of day. And a word by itself is nothing – alongside others it can become everything.

Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped Freight
Of a delivered syllable
‘Twould crumble with the weight.

Emily Dickinson

At risk of crumbling, then, here is my poem:

R each back into those days gone past.
E mbrace mistakes and forget fear.
T rial and error’s long and winding
R oad has led you thankful here.
O pen up your heart and mind to
S eek the lessons you have learned.
P erspective is the hard-won prize when
E very corner’s safely turned.
C oming up and straight ahead
T he way is still as yet unclear.
I f your SATNAV screen go dead
V alue common sense instead.
E ach step into dark bring cheer.

 

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Chain Reaction

I wrote this acrostic poem as a personal response to Wordsworth’s magnificent Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey. Click on the link if you would like to read his poem.

R emember when you first stood here in wonder,
E arly days, when you climbed these very
T rees and chased down those same trails in wild abandon?
R emember how the memories would later flash unbidden
O n your inward eye – in the concrete jungle of cage city?
S oon you must return there – but this time as two in one
P erson – the youth you were and the man you’ve become
E ach holding the other’s hand, alone no more. And now your
C hildren, out of breath, slip warm hands into yours – open-eyed
T o see, all ears to hear your old tales of this brand new place.
I t could be their consolation for the dullnesses to come,
V ery much as it was and will be again for you. Throw a pebble in that pond.
E xpect the water to ripple long after you have departed.

 

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Stimulus: WordPress Daily Prompt Retrospective

Alchemy

I once read a novel about some guy who spent his life wandering the country lanes of Devon in search of roadkill. His purpose – to give the remains a decent burial. And I often think about the Jains, a religious sect who believe all life is sacred and take extreme measures to make sure they don’t take it – wearing shoes with special soles to minimise ground contact and sweeping the path clear of insects as they walk.

I love short poems which convey an intense reverence for life – by poets as different as Philip Larkin and Emily Dickinson. Here is my offering to the miracle of nature in response to the WordPress Daily Prompt Ceremony:

C aught by glass & card – he – who’d bumbled in your window –
E ject by force to flowers – him – sweet flirts with flashing skirts –
R edeemed your midnight murders – he – those gastropods in blackness –
E very shell a gunshot to the heart within your boots –
M ultiplied a million – they – the world’s a killing field –
O nly balm – to mourn each tiny passing with a word –
N o life is saved by sorry – yet – it grants a saving grace –
Y our next act was heroic – he – who else had passed inside –

 

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15 Minutes

F ed up being Nobody? Bored being Anybody? Want to be Somebody?
A stral Projections can launch your Sure-fire Trip to the Stratosphere!
M erely sign on the dotted line to access those Cherished Stellar Dreams!
O ffer ends tomorrow so make sure you tick the box marked Fast Track.
U rge your loved ones to say their goodbyes to the old you today.
S ometimes it’s only Crash and Burn that makes the News.

 

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Stimulus: WordPress Daily Prompt Famous

Only Us

Ah, what the hell!

Here’s me fantasising about breaking out of my acrostic straitjacket and letting rip with cascades of free-verse epics and oceans of prose extravaganzas, when along comes another WordPress Daily Prompt with a word I can’t resist!

Show me a person who does not feel Guilty and I’ll tear up their application form to the Them & Us Club 

G uileless, taking stuff on trust, we set a timid foot
U pon the road of dreams. Elsewhere, far beyond all love,
I t seems that hatred wove a labyrinth of selfish lies.
L et us awake to the hurtful truth. We slept upon our watch.
T ell children, when they ask you straight, that black and white make grey
Y et don’t forget yourself where credit’s due or lost that day.

 

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Out walking the other day, I saw this scrawled on the back of a road sign:

forget yourself

I’m trying, believe me, but it’s hard. Maybe when I do, those epics and extravaganzas won’t be far behind.

In the meantime, I’ll content myself with this supreme example of collective self-effacement in the brave hope of a better way, broadcast live to the world and shown here with subtitles in two languages to symbolise shared international  values …

 

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