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Back and jotting

Sunday, 21 July 2019 17:23:07

Sunday, 21 July 2019 17:23:07

I know most schools will be demob happy now - but I've been jotting ideas while away in Wales...

I wrote a sonnet while I was there and when I'd finished I thought it looked odd. Then I realised it had fifteen lines. Hmmm...  It might just have to stay that way.

 



Taking a break for a couple of weeks...

Monday, 1 July 2019 16:35:46

Monday, 1 July 2019 16:35:46
...and will perhaps gather some new material, inspirations. Who knows?


O Phone

Monday, 1 July 2019 16:34:08

Monday, 1 July 2019 16:34:08

Moved some lines around.  Just for the rhythm and for that one rhyme in each stanza.

today O phone
you sit in your cradle
idle
while I wait impatiently
for your trill
but you sit silent unmoving
still

yesterday
you were impertinent
importunate
you interrupted
like a child
your bladishments
drove me wild

tomorrow
you will be my servant
relay my messages
where I wish
you will carry my voice
unimpeded

for once
you will have no choice



One item, different angles

Thursday, 20 June 2019 12:18:09

Thursday, 20 June 2019 12:18:09

Yesterday's entry mysteriously disappeared. So here it is again. A couple of tweaks plus the things you can't see - like thinking...  Mainly about the second stanza.

Today O phone
you sit in your cradle
idle
while I wait impatiently
for your trill
but you sit solid (silent?) unmoving
still

but yesterday
you were impertinent
importunate
you interrupted
like a child
but unfortunately without the innocence
of youth

tomorrow
you will be my servant
you will carry my voice
relay my messages
where I wish.
for once
you will have no choice



One item, different angles

Sunday, 16 June 2019 14:16:48

Sunday, 16 June 2019 14:16:48

This is an idea from Tweetspeak - focusing on one thing but from a number of different angles.  I looked at my desk. My phone looked back.  We have a difficult relationship.  Who is master, who is servant?

First jottings:


Today O phone
you sit in your cradle
idle
while I wait impatiently
for your trill
but you sit solid unmoving
still

but yesterday
you were impertinent
importunate
you interrupted
like a child
but unfortunately without the innocence
of youth

tomorrow
you will be my servant
iwill use you to carry my voice
to relay my messages
where I wish
for once
you will have no choice



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