It's about time that I wrote another entry in this ongoing weblog.
The heading, "Time waits....." is so pertinent to where I'm at in Life now....I recently had my first general anaesthetic for a double hernia repair, my ankles are like bloated balloons by the end of each day, In fact I find it painful to get out of bed each morning, I cannot bend down to pick up something now without blood pounding in my ears...... All very far from novel or unique, but nevertheless a reminder that the clock is running even if I find it difficult to keep up now.
Hell! All the more scary as I'm just 66 years young next month! I'm not finished yet, however.
Here's a little attack on those who would pass themselves off as poets but don't even have a good grip on their mother tongues, or a lucid view of what they're attempting to say.... Enjoy!
SO YOU'RE A MODERN POET, ARE YOU? YAIR, RIGHT!
Clever tricking words for the cleverer few
Where is their spring-clear imagery?
They write to please their own odd view,
Not please the likes of you and me.
Their end must come
And like all things,
Their sad demise
Evokes no sighs,
Nor lasting lies.
No anguished cries.
The bell will toll,
And with its roll
Their time........
has gone.
Clear trickling words that are just and true,
A babbling brook of imagery.
A fern clad glen that fills the view,
Where Tuis sing for you and me!
Our time will come,
The truth, it rings!
A glorious peal
Of poetry real,
The words that heal,
That show we feel
For fellow men,
And not condemn
Their minds.......
to dust.
© Kim Randell
