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I Still Smash My Bowl

I still smash my bowl
with my spoon
but I don't mind
whenever I do
I think of you

I still push the river
find no peace
in the process
whenever I do
I think of you

I still catch myself
thinking I'm Important
sneaks up like a serpent
when I do
I think of you

I sometimes hurt close friends
a careless word
something they heard
and when I do
I think of you

I sometimes twist the truth
sliding by
slightly sly
whenever I do
I think of you

I still smash my bowl
with my spoon
but I don't mind
whenever I do
I think of you
fondly

daka

(I'm no longer "Waiting For The Miracle"... the poems seem to be popping like popcorn...whether they are "good" or not doesn't matter....I know that the miracle is happening and I am happy!)

Credit to this forum!, and of course Leonard's inspiration (but Leonard's inspiration alone did nothing for thirty years!) Before the forum I was not able to write any poetry at all. I am Irish and I felt it was my ancestral duty, a cultural necessity. My whole life I've been walking around saying "Where the bloody hell is the poetry!"

You may have been in Limbo with Grecian man!
Is Ireland, Limbo,

mat james wrote:You may have been in Limbo with Grecian man!
Is Ireland, Limbo,

"Looks like freedom but it feels like death"

Yes, Matt.... astute comment!!!!!!!! and very funny!
Perhaps you are a descendant of Irish criminals!?


We are in a few layers of Limbo!

Maybe that's OK

(But I must admit I feel very weird when I am in the north, and I am delighted to get back across the border!)

The North is definitely in Limbo.... probably long-term Limbo!

daka

Daka wrote:

Perhaps you are a descendant of Irish criminals!?

Well, almost.
My old auntie told me that my paternal ancestors hailed from the Vale of Avoca at a place called "The Meeting of the Waters".

He
Was training to become a priest
She
Was educated and from the local land owners
He was catholic
She was protestant
They eloped
And sailed off to Australia

Neither family had anything to do with them again

and
here I am
grateful
for their courage
and respectful;
in admiration
of their love
for each other

and their burnt ships.

Matj

Hapy Christmas Mat James.so you do have some Irish blood

jimbo wrote:Hapy Christmas Mat James.so you do have some Irish blood

We shall have to see how Matj replies, Jimbo
possibly the potential priest had Irish blood
possibly he was a British Catholic
without a drop of Irish blood.

(Even the Brits had "God on their Side" at one time!!!!)

sure wouldn't it be nice now if they all re-converted!

it would put reverend paisley in his place!

and his progeny!

PS

Apologies to offended Aussies

I was being unfortunately flippant
assuming that all Australians
are descendants of convicts from dungeons
Sounds like some were simply early Cohenites.

daka

We don't have to wait for Matt,
The Vale of Avoca is in county Wicklow, Ireland

He doesn't "almost" have Irish blood
He may not be a "full-blooded" Irishman, but
He certainly has enough to have an excellent sense of humor
And....this could explain his affinity for whiskey

daka

someone should write a song about
the potential peasant priest and the gentry maiden,
what say ye?

Matt has the material!!

I'm sure at least some of that blood of mine is Irish.
I pray that it is, anyway!

Why else would I cry when I hear "Oh Danny Boy"?
And why have I always thought of myself as a poet?

Matj

"The Meeting of the Waters".

He
was training to become a priest
She
Was educated and from the local land owners
He was catholic
She was protestant
They eloped
And sailed off to Australia.
Neither family had anything to do with them again.

And here I am,
grateful,
for their courage
and respectful;
in admiration
of their love,
for each other.

What a beautiful story, Mat. Where the waters truly met and became one.


~ Lizzy

yes it is a beautiful story
something like the cardinals sins
but MJ was to be.................
in gods plan....................