Anyway time is sliced, diced, captures a moment. And held in view to still create a lasting impression enjoyed by all that can recall, celebrate the same momentum , enjoy your life words and read aloud , hear the magic soundscape found.
You seem to have gone from one extreme to the other. Isn't poetry about balance? It's so much easier to go to extremes than to find that extremely fine balance point which politicians, for instance, always seem almost deliberately to miss.
I wish I knew! You want to get your own back on me, do you?
In The Chained Muse and The New Lyre certainly, if you can find them.
Also I discovered myself wondering the other day exactly how one goes about publishing on substack. Something of mine was published the other day and I'm sure I read it on Substack. One poem was called Communion and the other Poetry. There's also another organ called The Age Of Muses. Maybe it was in that. Maybe that's on Substack.
Once I've finally finished a poem I tend to lose interest in it. Like a sucked-out pomegranate.
There’s a poem right there — “Po(e)megranate.” I found you on The Chained Muse. Quite good, but yes, the critical tables will be turning! Did you catch that I was in London just a couple of weeks ago?
Thank you
Very Nice!
Thanks, Fred!
Really liked this poem and picture, Jonathan.
Thank you, Monica
Oh wow—great use of repetition here…it’s done well and lends to a swaying rhythm!
Thank you, T.M.
Will this be (is this also) a song?
Good question -- maybe so, although I hadn't thought about it.
This is sooo good. Has to be put to a rap cadence (what can I say, mom of Rap lover here).
Thanks, Patris. I might try.
Wonderful!
Thank you, Aaron
Open mic night!
We should start a Substack one.
That would be the coolest.
Anyway time is sliced, diced, captures a moment. And held in view to still create a lasting impression enjoyed by all that can recall, celebrate the same momentum , enjoy your life words and read aloud , hear the magic soundscape found.
Thanks Richard -- you are the magician of every soundscape!
You seem to have gone from one extreme to the other. Isn't poetry about balance? It's so much easier to go to extremes than to find that extremely fine balance point which politicians, for instance, always seem almost deliberately to miss.
Thank you, John -- I was hoping for another wry response.
Everything in moderation — including moderation -- is my motto.
Yes. Occasionally I go over the top. But best of all when in it's in opposite directions. And in the same poem.
Where could I find your work?
I wish I knew! You want to get your own back on me, do you?
In The Chained Muse and The New Lyre certainly, if you can find them.
Also I discovered myself wondering the other day exactly how one goes about publishing on substack. Something of mine was published the other day and I'm sure I read it on Substack. One poem was called Communion and the other Poetry. There's also another organ called The Age Of Muses. Maybe it was in that. Maybe that's on Substack.
Once I've finally finished a poem I tend to lose interest in it. Like a sucked-out pomegranate.
There’s a poem right there — “Po(e)megranate.” I found you on The Chained Muse. Quite good, but yes, the critical tables will be turning! Did you catch that I was in London just a couple of weeks ago?
https://substack.com/home/post/p-146593475
This is very much my own stamping ground. I grew up in Hampstead. And now live in Camden Town close to the canal.
More photos: https://substack.com/@jonathanpotter/note/c-63341667?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=5v6j7
Love this!!
Thank you, Wendy
A wink & blessing for the delightful experience of an unexpected chuckle.
Thank you, Anne :)