HOUR GLASS FIGURE ~ GRANDMA IN THE 1940'S
nice
Grandma's
cute hour glass
it takes ~ just one hour
to empty the fawn sand
into the lower chamber
lower with time
flows sand
sand
fawn
sand
flows sand
lower with time
into the lower chamber
to empty the fawn sand
it takes ~ just one hour
cute hour glass
Grandma's
nice
Thanks for visiting ~ comments welcome ~ Love Brian XOX
This is another example of a FORM PIVOT POEM in which a
symmetrical figure is formed (in this case an Hour Glass) by
composing a Poem in the top shape (a bulb) and repeating it
in reverse order about a pivot word which is not repeated. In
this case it is the word "fawn" in the centre of the constriction.
It is important that the Poem makes sense read backward as
well as forward. There is no rhyme or syllabus pattern ~ OK !
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Author:
BRIANSODES (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: GRANDMA'S HOUR GLASS belonged to her Victorian Grandma and it took exactly ONE HOUR for the sand to flow from the top chamber into the bottom ! That and Sundials were how people kept check of time if they didn't have a clock ! Today ~ in the UK ~ if we have an "Hour Glass" it is a Three Minute One ~ to ensure our morning egg has a "runny yoke". We then place it in an EGG CUP (remember them ?) knock the top off and dip strips of toast (soldiers) into the "runny yoke" ~ Food Heaven. I have had American (USA) visitors who had never been served a "soft boiled egg in its shell" in an Egg Cup and had no idea how to tackle it ! If you have never had one try it ~ but you do need an "hour glass egg timer". No wonder you think British are eccentric ! But always remember WE DIDN'T ELECT TRUMP ! Love to ALL ~ BRIAN XOX
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Oh gosh yes and still have the egg cups but seldom use them these days - fond memories. Americans not familiar with them? How about the term 'Oh gosh' very British. We British might be eccentric but we developed the language so there !! This is quite a work of art Brian - great piece.
Thanks MICHAEL ~ a symbiosis of the three elements Form ~ Function ~ Figure ! My Mum has egg cups and I have four of my own and Angela & I often have a "soft boiled egg" with toast soldiers for breakfast when she "sleeps over" ! Yours BRIAN
What a figure! Nice one....Oh and good writing too
Yes indeed DA when God created Eve he did improve on the silhouette ! Please you liked both the Picture and the Poem ! BRIAN
A fine write and pic Brian.
Thanks STEVE ~ Pleased you enjouted the poem ~ I knew the pic would box your tick ! Yours BRIAN
A bit of a swoony pic too! heehee.
Intriguingly shaped poem, Brian! To me, as you have probably observed from my work, the shape of a poem is an important element of its appeal. This one certainly catches the eye. Enjoyed!
Yes indeed LOUIS ~ The physical Shape and linguistic structure (meter ~ rhyme pattern ~ versification etc) of a poem are just as important as the Subject and Message of the Poem. Much of what is posted on MPS is "unstructured" and some is actually PROSE ~ which in my opinion is not POETRY ~ OK. I trust you liked the picture of my GRANNY ! Yours BRIAN
Another clever write Brian.
Thanks ANDY ~ pleased you appreciated it ~ Yours BRIAN
Ah - - how I love soldiers dipped in runny egg-yolk and remember my Gran's lovely timer too. The hour-glass figure of your chosen image is yet more on the subject too in this perfectly formed word-pivot poem - - well done again Brian.
Thanks FAY ~ the concept of the Hour Glass ~ Egg Timer and HG Figure did sir a few memories and a plethora of informed comments ! Soldiers in runny egg-yolk is a very English thing ~ still do it ~ still love it ! I go to a CHURCH CONFERENCE each year and every Morning 50 perfectly soft boiled eggs are served with toast soldiers ~ AMEN ! I always try to comment on your poems and always value yours on mine ! Through MPS we are all Family ~ Yours as ever BRIAN
Beautifully written!
Thanks SEF ~ Pleased you liked it ~ Poetry is a many faceted experience ~ Inspiration & Interpretation ~ Yours BRIAN
Very interesting form and nice words. I remember my mom looking up at the sun and comparing the shades from trees to know the time. She knew exactly. What a science
Thanks MALU ~ there are many ways of telling the time ! In many of our Stately Homes in the UK ~ some of which date back 100's of years ~ we have "sundials" which tell the time by tracing the angle of the shadow cast by the earths rotation round the SUN. Hour Glasses were made for it to take ONE HOUR for the sand to empty from the top chamber to the bottom ! Your Mum's method was a bit like the Sundial only using Trees ! Hugs from BROTHER BRIAN
Holly runny yoke egg. First diamond, now the hour glass. I bet you must a master of geometry.
Those words flowing from top to bottom, just like the sand in the hour glass. I will keep this in my kitchen, so next time, I won't over boil the egg.
Thanks M & M ~ pleased you enjoyed the poem. As you are aware ~ because we can centre our Poem on MPS ~ it is possible to draw symmetrical figures using poetic words. I enjoy the challenge thanks for your encouragement. I do teach Applied Maths in a College ! BRIAN
wonderfully written. You are a awesome poet
Thanks TERESA for your very kind comment ! Poetry is infinite and producing a SYMMETRICAL FORM (SHAPE) by pivoting the POEM and its mirror image round a middle non-repeated word (fawn) is just one of them ~ Hugs BRIAN
Absolutely beautiful picture to accompany such a lovely poem! I applaud your wide range of poetry. And no I have never had a 3 minute egg. Wouldn't mind trying one! Hugs-Christina
Thanks CHRIS for a lovely comment ! The poem is now complete ! Pleased you liked the picture. My Grandma tells me that after WW2 all the Girls wanted a bit of feminine glamour (apparently clothes were rationed during WW2) and the NEW LOOK was born with the nipped in waist which gave the hour glass figure ! Of course as they moved into the Swinging 1960's the skirts got shorter resulting in the MINI which had never really gone away ! Hour Glass Hugs ~ BRIAN
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