~ I finished all my weeding chores and read three or four poems by Billy Collins. ~ Then I decided to write one myself. But some kid down the street started blowing a doo-dad horn. ~ I was disrupted into thinking about the kid and his horn. And why do I think he’s a he […] Continue reading
~ Lately I’ve written some pretty bad stuff, but then again I’m still just a newbie. So I’ll give it a spin and see where it ends, and you! you’ll ride as my shotgun. ~ Tell me something you see that I’ve missed, while I tell you the story of Hagrun. Hagrun was not your […] Continue reading
. They say that nothing eats weeds but this cannot be true – I’ve plenty of both and nothing’s not diminishing; neither do the weeds. . . . ©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011 .
. Billy writes of Allegories, gone and replaced by the lower cased things — wheelbarrows, razors, and jars in Tennessee. . The politicians still speak in Allegoricalese! So maybe some good will account from all these. . I think this is what Billy really had meant: Belief has all but got up and went Where […] Continue reading
. Union Station, shops and stores, Peregrination ‘cross marbled floors, Cathedralled ceilings enclose a space – A snapshot upon an urban face. . Alien faces from faraway places, All strangers in a stranger yet land. A man shuffles past in slow, short paces And speaks with gesticulate hand. . He asks for a dollar as […] Continue reading
………………………………………. I’m waiting for that cell phone to ring. It never does. Who would call me, anyway? . Sometimes the face lights up Like I’m about to receive a call, And I jump, flip open the lid; But, no one is there. Why? What is it with a cell phone? A black cell phone. Perhaps […] Continue reading
~~~~~~ Let me try to mimic Billy, it certainly couldn’t hurt; I don’t think he would mind. – You be the teacher, I’ll be the student. – But you don’t use semi-colon, do you? You like hyphens – instead of colons. – Most of your work, or the small book that I have, you mostly […] Continue reading
~~~~~~ Fewer do I see in my periphery From the swimmingly, staggering blunder Of those from my old backyard lumber. . My reliances – all gone! Their footprints, are gone. All gone is their strength in number. . Right or Wrong, I went along, A holiday taken in Summer. . Bad or good; would if I […] Continue reading
~ Dear Mr. Browning, What did you get by marrying Miss Elizabeth? Was there any recompense, living in Florence? That was my last love, too! What a coincidence! ~ One hundred and forty seven years shall elide, for your solo departure, sans your sweet lovely bride, that would take you back to your London […] Continue reading
– The aftershock came late Sunday night, And I slept comfortably through it. The fourth one yet within a week, Following a hurricane wake. – Is Mother Nature trying to speak? Or is it the coincidence of Fate? Just like the Janus-faced phenom she is Today is a beautifully day. – So just to […] Continue reading
– I have been reading on Robert Browning To look at the best from the rest. Bring thy lexicon, lest thee be frowning; Perhaps this is why he’s read less. Recondite but not contrite, Browning’s the toughest one yet. From him, Mr. Pound got off the ground, Both he and Mr. T.S. Eliot. And now […] Continue reading
The high school reunion, which I won’t attend, Will be held in Las Vegas, Nevada. I’ll go to Long Island, out near the end, Where they still say in that fun way “What’s da matta?’’ It’s odd what we say what we’re really not thinking: Magician’s with rabbits and top hats. When someone will […] Continue reading
– In plain talk! Modernists dubbed vers libre. To break the pentameter And the metrical foot; To free! ala vers libre, To say what you want; To open the lines to a free-form of font; To write concretely of things, and not of ideas; Basically, to write what the hell that you want! – ”I […] Continue reading
Sarah Palin has reportedly said: “The media’s definitely a major part of the problem, if there’s a problem with incivility in this nation, definitely, because so many in the media, the lamestream media picking up on what goes viral with lies and innuendo and rumors that are out there in the blogosphere and elsewhere, for […] Continue reading
“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 