This braided poem was assembled after reading a couple of posts at Sonia Dogra’s blog, borrowing the first line and then weaving together the lyrics from Nomeansno’s ‘It’s Catching Up’, with an imagined meeting with an old friend both now and in the past. Also shared with Poetic Adventures
We bring with us the weight of others Living rent-free in our heads
– Have you heard the news? – The dead walk
We’ll meet in my room again
How to disconnect from the connected?
A sweet, dusty smell of cigarette ash A comfortable haze, a bitter beer taste
– Do you hear that sound? – Like fingers scratching underground
We’ll drive our parents crazy
The burdens of reality are distraction Voices wild and unnerving
– Do you hear that sound? – That slamming door
Put on another record to soothe the pain
My only friend, history made us enemies It only felt like forever
– I’ve fought it all my life – I can’t fight it anymore
We carry a deep nostalgia for last week
Here again, drawn to that sound Everything changed, and nothing too
Her considered sophisticated smile careful An enticing night time jasmine perfume Her rosy porcelain skin, fine china Her eyes shine bright the prize clearly It was all in her name Allure
The original poem is below, and above is a re-write for dVerse using the WaltMarie form. A convenient coincidence that these two prompts came in the same week.
Her name was Allure It was in her eyes – Bright and unclouded She made herself the prize
Her name was Allure It was in her skin – Rosy and yielding Fashioned from porcelain
Her name was Allure It was in her perfume – Curious and enticing A night time jasmine bloom
Her name was Allure It was in her smile – Careful and considered A sophisticated style
When I was studying to teach English, there were folks from all around the world in the class. One young Chinese lady had taken the English name Allure, which I found quite intriguing. She was a pretty lady, and I’m sure many people did find her name appropriate. Shared with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – using the word allure
A young man, resting here weary Ruminating possibilities and theory With age, cliches come to mind Once revelations, destined to find
Endless the water’s progression Manifesting yesterday’s lesson Never stepping in the same river twice The path of least resistance, best advice
So pull yourself up by the bootstraps Certainty has no time for perhaps The cliche becomes the best insight Rolling down the river, a delight
Shared with No Theme Thursday picture prompt, which brought to mind many cliches but then got me thinking about how when we are young those cliches are realisations and it is only in time that they become cliches. We have to discover them for ourselves first.
William Basinski – Musically not my cup of proverbial. It seems there some story behind this work but I wasn’t inspired enough to find out more.
Helm – I like parts of this and overall it’s pretty interesting. With everything else available to listen to this won’t be making it to the try again pile though.
Matmos – I like Matmos. I like their vibe and style…. but in that cliched way “i like their old stuff better than their new stuff’
b e g o t t e n 自杀 – this intrigued me a little bit even though I’m not really into it. There’s definitely not enough guitars in today’s selection! 😄
Samiyam – definitely the most interesting to me out of this selection. In a different mood I might like this one.
Swivelhead on rollercoaster, reigning in the chaos Eyes all up and down til the end comes into sight Cool down those heels, breathe deep the pathos A choice to cultivate the desire to face the fight
In calm I see, in chaos blind* The art of living, peace of mind
I told her ‘It’s up to you’ She said ‘That’s damn right!’ Yet she knows not what to do It’s always fight or flight
And so it was she ran Too immature to explain Until her awakening began And she’s welcomed back again
A real conversation I had a couple of years ago with rebel student Feije, who subsequently left my school for elsewhere but I discovered yesterday that she will come back for grade 10. I liked her feistiness and stayed in occasional contact with her. Shared with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – writer’s choice.