Michael Edwards

POETICAL OUTTAKES

 

 

POETICAL OUTTAKES

 

With discomposed demeanour

Relieved her inexpressibly.

Words unsaid by strangers

Reflections of chance resemblance

He considered himself elite

And deep within her reticule

A cold ascetic face

Fortified by principle

Spires of stately fanes stand proud

from the depths of discomposition

with thoughts like peeling acer bark

With hastening tread

Every day a raging storm

But soon the calm must come

In airless rooms with windows shut

like melting crowns that fall on fire

in cold green swell the water ran

with water weary chilled blue eyes

in self consuming vanity

Where idols shared a temple tall

The lonely path weaves down

A puff white mane

The world is still the world

Unfortified by principle

A man denied of books

 

Comments10

  • orchidee

    Hmm, a fine write M. But I don't know, can't comment much on this style. I tend to use all my lines there and then. Well, I make deletions and alterations as I go along. Not that many, to be honest, when I get in the flow of writing!

    • Michael Edwards

      Your thoughts like peeling acer bark
      as melting crowns that fall on fire
      in ashes rise again anew.

      • orchidee

        What am I doing mucking about in an ash heap?! heehee.

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      • Goldfinch60

        I too have a file of ideas that were never brought to fruition. This reminded me of a poem that I wrote many years ago and I will put on here to today.

      • Laura🌻

        Michael,
        Love the painting and your idea of the outtake folder! I’m looking forward to the poem you’ll derive from it!

        This approach reminds me a bit of the “brainstorming” of ideas for writing that I used with my elementary school students! It was a group activity...
        promoting self confidence!

        ~Laura~


        • Michael Edwards

          Thanks Laura - it's just a short somewhat enigmatic piece - yes a sort of brainstorming exercise and you can come up with some great poetry that is(in artistic terms) loose unrestrained.

        • orchidee

          How about the Bolics? Can they help me out of this ash heap? And does anyone else but you know what I'm wittering on about?!

          • Michael Edwards

            Doubt it - you could ask Ivor Klew. You might remember him - he was the one who held the flag and shouted Ho Yo Silver when Henry was looking for a horse .

            • orchidee

              I won't ask his sister, Netta (not a) Klew though!

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            • Fay Slimm.

              Such interesting phrasing in your poetical outtakes Michael - - cant wait to read what you make of their rearrangement tomorrow. Love the picture.

              • Michael Edwards

                Thank you Fay - it's not the approach i usually use but it can be quite an exciting way to write.

              • Candlewitch

                what a great idea, Michael! I really liked these lines:

                Every day a raging storm

                But soon the calm must come

                In airless rooms with windows shut

                like melting crowns that fall on fire

                *hugs, Cat

                • Michael Edwards

                  Thanks Cat - you'll probably see them all in poems over time - in the meantime others will be added to the list

                • BRIAN & ANGELA

                  GOOD AFTERNOON MIKE ~ i WAS BUSY THIS MORNING ~ So now (after SOUP & SANI) I have a little time to devote to MPS. I found your "LIST" interesting ~ the MUSE is stirred by WORDS (and spawns words) it is also stirred by Visual Images and (less so) by Sounds & Scents. Structured Poetry has Rules & Constraints (so it is useful to store "phrases") Modern Poetry has NO RULES so such store would be useless. Because You are a WORDSMITH I have selected some for my own collection (we all have a "Little Black Poetry Book") ! Love the picture full of 19th C charm !

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Hello both. Yes I just love words. As I said in another posting I often think of poetry in terms of art - we have abstract art so why not abstract poetry where the words just work and flow for their own sake without ant evident overall meaning- Abstract poetry - a new genre.

                  • BRIAN & ANGELA

                    HI MIKE ~ BRIAN HERE AGAIN ! I've selected 5 of your outtakes for My Little Black Book ~ look out for them !

                    Words unsaid by strangers
                    Fortified by principle
                    Like melting crowns that fall on fire
                    The lonely path weaves down
                    A man denied of books

                    Here are some of mine ~ all scientific
                    His Bunsen still burned brightly ~ when ignited
                    Elizabeth was more an Enigma than an Enzyme
                    The union was doomed to failure. She was EXOTHERMIC ~ He was decidedly ENDO !

                    ABSTRACT POETRY ~ Like Abstract Art ~ is a genre of Modern Poetry i.e without REASON ~ OK ~ Some MPS Poetry is ABSTRACT !

                    Thanks for posting BRIAN.

                    • Michael Edwards

                      Look forward to them - all good lines . Tomorrows poem (semi-abstract) contains 7 of the lines with only minor adjustment to ensure balance etc.

                      • Michael Edwards

                        On the bunsen theme:

                        She came over quite excitely
                        each and every nightly
                        just to see the sightly
                        of his Bunsen burning brightly

                      • orchidee

                        And did she swoon? 'To see his Bunsen, eh?!' Well, that was her excuse, and she is sticking to it! We'll believe her, though thousands wouldn't. lol.

                      • dusk arising

                        Each one a gem for my mind to play with!
                        Looking forward to your poem.



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