The Poetry Wire - Going From Bard To Verse

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Lizzie Whizz Sep 2021 8:24pm, 24 Sep 2021 25,537 posts	0 Lizzie Whizz Whatever your opinion on the name of autumn, Brian has done it again: brianbilston.com
LindsD Sep 2021 8:29pm, 24 Sep 2021 49,803 posts	0 LindsD Fabulous
Peregrinator Sep 2021 11:27pm, 24 Sep 2021 934 posts	0 Peregrinator 🍃🍂
JCB Oct 2021 1:43pm, 4 Oct 2021 2,620 posts	0 JCB Short and sweet. 🙂
Night-owl Oct 2021 9:51pm, 8 Oct 2021 37,952 posts	0 Night-owl They had a poetry round on Qi. Where Sandi showed 2 poems that were bad they were generated by a computer. So I asked Google The Fast And Happy Running Shoes A Poem by owlie Whose running shoes is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch her laugh. I cry hello. She gives her running shoes a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The running shoes is fast, happy and deep, But she has promises to keep, After cake and lots of sleep. Sweet dreams come to her cheap. She rises from her gentle bed, With thoughts of kittens in her head, She eats her jam with lots of bread. Ready for the day ahead. With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure. poem-generator.org.uk
Dooogs Oct 2021 10:03pm, 8 Oct 2021 7,452 posts	0 Dooogs It's not worse than stuff I've written before: "Betrayed by cows" does have echoes of "Summoned by Bells": Early warming fall A beloved, sleepy wife jogs betrayed by the cows
Diogenes Oct 2021 10:36pm, 8 Oct 2021 63,319 posts	0 Diogenes That’s not at all bad
Peregrinator Oct 2021 7:58am, 9 Oct 2021 946 posts	0 Peregrinator 😊 interesting to try and work back to the selection of words that you made. Cake is important.
Serendippily Oct 2021 8:22am, 9 Oct 2021 23,553 posts	0 Serendippily I am shocked at the cow behaviour
Fields Nov 2021 12:11am, 17 Nov 2021 275 posts	0 Fields “Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you?” This poem I return to regularly. I don’t think I ever fully understand it as a whole but when I revisit I often get something new. This is a very short extract of the final part, and is perhaps the biggest enigma of the poem for me. It brings to mind Antarctic explorers such as Scott, is it referring to God or something else supernatural. I wish I knew. It haunts me. This poem really comes alive most when it’s recited rather than read on the page. There was an excellent edition of poetry please on radio 4 a little over a decade ago which saw it performed by three individuals the original writer (TS Eliot), Ted Hughes and Lia Williams who is a rather fine actress. https://youtu.be/LP9taUtLlYQ The poem is of course The Waste Land.