Time honoured

[Red Poppy]

In the time honoured
tradition
of this thread
I thought I'd post some free verse
(free to you)
and post a response.........

[Red Poppy]

.......which insures my
original
(and copyrighted) piece of free-verse
(free to you and now hyphenated)
would stay at the top
of the
thread list.............

[Red Poppy]

..........and then I can go on
talking freely
(and free to you)
to myself,
even thought no one else
gives a damn,
(and rightly so)
in lines that form
an odd pattern,
going from the possibly intuitive and occasionally sublime
to
the
ridiculous.......

[lonndubh]

'intuitive and occasionally sublime'
That sounds just fine
Any chance of another line

[Manna]

Why John,
I'm shokked
I didnt no yu rote poultry

[Casey Butler]

.......which insures my
original
(and copyrighted) piece of free-verse
(free to you and now hyphenated)
would stay at the top
of the
thread list.............

(Just making sure this is always on top, sorry to offend)

[Red Poppy]

....and sometimes one goes back
like a man revisiting the site
of a childhood dream
that turned out to be a lie
or a dog searching for a bone
that some other dog has stolen......

[lonndubh]

Ochone ! Ochone!
For
The Dog
And
The Bone

[Casey Butler]

What does "Ochone" mean?

Casey

[Red Poppy]

.....and sometimes someone comes by
crying ochone (oh my sadness, oh my sorrow, in the Irish tongue)
and my heart is on the verge of breaking
but I find some
tiny
spark of hope out on its


own


and fan it into flame
to somehow keep the home fires burning......

[George.Wright]

Ochone
Ochone
All alone
Away from my home

The home fires are burning
The earth it is turning
We are all learning
The children are still guerning......

[Manna]

...may your Guernsey sweater
keep you warm
when you leave the flame
of your home's hearth
until you return again...

[lonndubh]

To kindle that spark to shine as the brightest light
The touch of a hand
A baby nursing peacefully
Words as fresh as the dew
The scent of new mown hay
Cords that connect heaven and earth

[Casey Butler]

new mown hay

A familiar phrase from a song my mom (biological) used to sing. http://viablesoftware.com/casey/music/wabash.mp3 She'll kill me for sharing scratchy stuff like this.

Casey

[Red Poppy]

Lovely stuff, Casey.
Is that your mother's voice?