my pomes wot i wrote

[woolymonkey]

Being stuck in bed feeling ill and not doing very well at drafting my next creative writing assignment, I thought I'd procrastinate catch up with posting the previous one. It's two poems--one about Zil--and a commentary.

Comments

[tamaranth]

The second one made me smirk: the first one made me teary. (Dear Zil! And you say more, more personally, in the poem than in the immediacy of conversation and discussion.)

I like your note re real life happening between the rule-bound and the unconstrained: fits the poems, both of them, and that Real Life thing (of which I have read) as well.

We should talk about metre and rhythm and the like some time. If when my brain is working again. (Am unstitched!)

[woolymonkey]

Thank you! And yay! for unstitched, but please try not to become unravelled. One day, we'll both be in working order at the same time and we can get together and do something nice. (Still haven't seen small Japanese pretties at the Fitzwilliam.)

[la_marquise_de_]

Those are lovely: the first is very moving and very resonant; the second is lit with humour and playfulness.

[woolymonkey]

Thank you. I'm glad you liked. I don't think writing poems is my thing, but it's been the best section of the course so far, precisely because it got me to try things I'd never even think about normally.

[desperance]

I really liked these, both of these.

Then I saw the reference at the bottom. Heh. That's my friend Bill, that is, that W N Herbert. I love when my friends turn up in other people's lives...

[woolymonkey]

Thank you. Next time you see your friend Bill, W N Herbert, please tell him from me that I really enjoyed the poetry section of the course--which is mainly by him.

I doubt I'll write any more poems, but it's been really helpful for reading poems, and teaching people how to read them. Normally students look at modern poetry and say 'But why break it into lines, then?' and I say 'Er..' I shall do better in future, thanks to Bill.

[desperance]

I will certainly pass that on. (He lives in a lighthouse, y'know. How poetical is that...?)

[woolymonkey]

That's weird. A picture of a lighthouse was the writing prompt at our first tutorial. My tutor is not Bill, though. (Wish she was!)

[amenirdis]

The first one made me cry. *sniffles loudly* With my little white cat, new to us still, trying to sit on my hand on the mouse pad.

Of all the people I've met online, you are the one I wished lived next door.

[woolymonkey]

What a lovely thing to say! I wish I lived next door too, or that you did--and Penknife, the Small Person and the Small Cat, because I don't want to leave Cambridge. Then again, there are times when a house in the woods with deer... What I really want is one of those magic door dials like in Howl's Moving Castle so I can step out of my front door into different places to suit my mood. Wonder how that would work with a cat flap... I fear Leicester and Humbug might gang up on little Selene when they get big enough.

[amenirdis]

They might, but she would like some kittens to play with, having grown up at a breeder. I think she is lonely for other cats. We may have to do something about a kitten.

*hugs*

[woolymonkey]

Such a shame we don't live next door! Leicester is so keen to find a mum that every evening he snuggles up to Kingston, an old stuffed lion who lives on the couch, and suckles from him. He's apparently convinced himself it's working. (Humbug comes over as if to say, 'Hey, if you've found milk, I'll have some', snuffles around a bit and leaves looking even more puzzled than usual.) Kingston is now known as 'Leicester's mum'.

[djarum99]

The first is so filled with matter of fact tenderness, the daily evidence of love, and it made me cry for a full ten minutes. In the second, I can clearly see that neighborhood in Cambridge (and I am not, as you know, from around there).

Don't slight yourself in writing poetry, these are wonderful. Hope you feel better soon ♥

[woolymonkey]

Thank you! I was really surprised how much I enjoyed the poetry part of the course, but I still don't think it's me, somehow. It seems both too grand and too much like hard work.