Sunday, 22 June 2014

Thank you for the words

In recognition of the blog hitting 1000 posts, this week we've been picking some of our favourite lines from our archive of posts.
Trawling through blogs from the last few years has been no mean task but, given that we're out of the world cup and I'm still down in the dumps about it, I've spent the day cheering myself up with the distraction.
The poem below is made up entirely of lines and phrases taken from the site over the last three years. Lines from past and present contributors join lines from guests including Jamie Field, Jo Bell and Jacob Silkstone and if you're wondering why you haven't made the cut- either you haven't written for us yet or I simply couldn't weave your line in. 
Thank you to all of you though, whether a reader or writer of the blog. We couldn't have got here without any of you. 

Poets

We work in different rooms, 
but we occupy the same house.

A spectrum of waste
Exploding in a million ideas
For all worries form a cloud of plankton

There was the bittersweet Karate
Webs so thick we cannot see
Cross Stitching meant nothing to me

But of all the things I miss in light
The moon's smile showing me the way
There was a ‘bang’. A small, dense state 
that expanded rapidly- lulled me into comfort

In the tea-bleached bedroom light
Poets all have Viking blood
We are pirates; travelling across a vast ocean

plundering images, forms, ideas
to find each piece increase in value
simply by the keeping.



Thanks for reading,
S.

 
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1 comments:

An impulsive berk said...

Once again, I am envious at the way you have managed to cajole so many disparate ideas into a coherent poem. Very impressive.

I agree with the sentiment too. This blog only survives because many people have contributed either by reading, writing or commenting. It's an entity apart from us now, carried by the strength of sum of our words.

Pretty damned cool.

(sorry about the football)