butter's stuff: the good, the ugly, and the incomplete

[butters]

for tristese2's week's challenge

infiltrated

spread my fingers to the wall
of white that lingers, beckons, calls
asks of me to trace its shapes
unseen yet felt upon its face
lures me to call forth the words
to set it free, to make it heard

there was a song that once i sang
it touched me somewhere deep, began
to infiltrate the way i thought
of life and love and, though i ought
to burn and hate, i'm yet set free:
Peace came upon me (and it) - breathes in me



italicised line for The Hollies' "Air that I breathe"

 

[butters]

i took the battery out the clock
its noise distracts and i am so
beyond distractions right now
ash cloud, please, sift and hush this way
the sound of planes cutting the sky
hurts
can't all cars just
stop
just for an hour
for a day?
or the A-road hump its heavy self
a few miles further north
(or south, depending on the wind)
away?
the tv's off and i wish the keyboard could learn to soften its voice
its incessant clack a rack to stretch my wire-tipped nerves on

birds are singing their own melody and harmonies
let me hear them with a trickling stream as backdrop
the ruffling leaves as counterpoint
the shush and swish of meadow grasses fat with seed a chorus
suspending man from the equation

 

[butters]

i'd spread
bread crumbs on the surface
bait blue waters
with shiny, pretty lures
but i hate the barbed hooks
gill-stuck and compromising
hate the frantic thrash of rainbowed flanks
the rolling desperation

i don't even have a keep net
so why would i fish?

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

i took the battery out the clock
its noise distracts and i am so
beyond distractions right now
ash cloud, please, sift and hush this way
the sound of planes cutting the sky
hurts
can't all cars just
stop
just for an hour
for a day?
or the A-road hump its heavy self
a few miles further north
(or south, depending on the wind)
away?
the tv's off and i wish the keyboard could learn to soften its voice
its incessant clack a rack to stretch my wire-tipped nerves on

birds are singing their own melody and harmonies
let me hear them with a trickling stream as backdrop
the ruffling leaves as counterpoint
the shush and swish of meadow grasses fat with seed a chorus
suspending man from the equation

i'd spread
bread crumbs on the surface
bait blue waters
with shiny, pretty lures
but i hate the barbed hooks
gill-stuck and compromising
hate the frantic thrash of rainbowed flanks
the rolling desperation

i don't even have a keep net
so why would i fish?

I love both of these. Parceled moments that expand and resonate.

 

[butters]

I love both of these. Parceled moments that expand and resonate.

thankyou so much

 

[fridayam]

i took the battery out the clock
its noise distracts and i am so
beyond distractions right now
ash cloud, please, sift and hush this way
the sound of planes cutting the sky
hurts
can't all cars just
stop
just for an hour
for a day?
or the A-road hump its heavy self
a few miles further north
(or south, depending on the wind)
away?
the tv's off and i wish the keyboard could learn to soften its voice
its incessant clack a rack to stretch my wire-tipped nerves on

birds are singing their own melody and harmonies
let me hear them with a trickling stream as backdrop
the ruffling leaves as counterpoint
the shush and swish of meadow grasses fat with seed a chorus
suspending man from the equation

This is lovely and painful. "the A-road hump its heavy self
a few miles further north
(or south, depending on the wind) " is marvelous and weighty as it should be.

The poem about the fish is equally turgid and challenging. Beautiful things from a beautiful mind. Thank you.

 

[butters]

oh my thankyou very much, dear

 

[nerk]

i'd spread
bread crumbs on the surface
bait blue waters
with shiny, pretty lures
but i hate the barbed hooks
gill-stuck and compromising
hate the frantic thrash of rainbowed flanks
the rolling desperation

i don't even have a keep net
so why would i fish?

I've been reading your poems a lot over the past few days. Wow.

This one I especially like, because I've always thought the fishing part of going fishing really interfered with the sitting in a boat drinking beer in the sun part.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

I've been reading your poems a lot over the past few days. Wow.

This one I especially like, because I've always thought the fishing part of going fishing really interfered with the sitting in a boat drinking beer in the sun part.

Why give a hungry man a fish when you can teach him to fish so he can sit on the bank and drink beer all day.

 

[EroticOrogeny]

double post

 

[butters]

I've been reading your poems a lot over the past few days. Wow.

This one I especially like, because I've always thought the fishing part of going fishing really interfered with the sitting in a boat drinking beer in the sun part.

you have? blimey, must be the weather
thankyou.

a bit like life. a bit like relationships. yup. the sitting in a boat drinking beer in the sun's the bit most of us would settle for quite happily after a while.

Why give a hungry man a fish when you can teach him to fish so he can sit on the bank and drink beer all day.

hehehe

 

[butters]

today, in response to Pandora's 'how to' challenge

how to

look into the mirror and
fall
just pour yourself and never mind the unmeasuring
you don't need to be contained but
should you feel happier
imagine you are spilling
filling up your cross-wised twin
staring back at you with eyes that seek full
fill-ment
and then

then

when emptiness is hovering on the brink
dare to stare intently
careful not to blink as the last drops -
atomic essenced you -
flow across the feedback loop of
eye to eye
and find you're standing
now
full on the other side

what do you see?

 

[butters]

well, it looks as if the live-writes thing is still where i'm at. not knocking it, but i felt on the cusp of something new - i think it may have got sidetracked by events in my non pc world. ho hum

 

[fridayam]

how to

look into the mirror and
fall
just pour yourself and never mind the unmeasuring
you don't need to be contained but
should you feel happier
imagine you are spilling
filling up your cross-wised twin
staring back at you with eyes that seek full
fill-ment
and then

then

when emptiness is hovering on the brink
dare to stare intently
careful not to blink as the last drops -
atomic-ed essenced you -
flow across the feedback loop of
eye to eye
and find you're standing
now
full on the other side

what do you see?

I love this, Chip. It buzzes with conflicting images, coalescing into one lovely image. I shall be thinking of this a lot. x

 

[butters]

hello, you

and thankyou very much. this one had no idea what it was as it began with the 'how to' but as soon as the mirror thing reared its head, off it went.

i'm pming you with all my catch-up news. x

 

[butters]

a most strange day

exploding drums of chemicals
prompted the evacuation
the traffic at standstill
on the single choked road
the flashing lights, waves of
blue
washing
cold
and the streets oddly silent
even though everyone walked along and off the estate
holding bags and boxes
cats in carriers
no dogs
silent children
everyone walking in time
everyone
and everyone greyed-out
no sirens, just the lights
greyed-out day
evening
and the only sound that seemed to filter through
to briefly touch blank faces
was the intermittent, shock-hushed boom!
as another drum took flight

 

[UnderYourSpell]

how to

look into the mirror and
fall
just pour yourself and never mind the unmeasuring
you don't need to be contained but
should you feel happier
imagine you are spilling
filling up your cross-wised twin
staring back at you with eyes that seek full
fill-ment
and then

then

when emptiness is hovering on the brink
dare to stare intently
careful not to blink as the last drops -
atomic-ed essenced you -
flow across the feedback loop of
eye to eye
and find you're standing
now
full on the other side

what do you see?

I am so jealous this is something I have been trying to play around with for ages

 

[butters]

I am so jealous this is something I have been trying to play around with for ages

jealousy is quite wasted with your talents, annie, there are those of us here feeling 'if only we could have written that' when we read you!

i'm at this stage right now where all i'm attempting to do is allow the scenario to appear in my head and write the feelings/thoughts that happen in it. it's not great art, nor clever nor intellectual writing, just trying to be honest to the moment as it appears in my head.

and ty

p.s

as for 'a most strange day', this actually really happened. it was too weird. we all got evacuated off the estate i lived in during my early twenties ... and it was plumb eerie, how everyone moved as one, no talking, a mass exodus ... freaks me out a bit even now! that might be partly because all the people were walking in the same direction, too, rather than the norm of some going here, some there, others crossing the street. it almost felt as if i were watching some wartime refugee footage!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

jealousy is quite wasted with your talents, annie, there are those of us here feeling 'if only we could have written that' when we read you!

i'm at this stage right now where all i'm attempting to do is allow the scenario to appear in my head and write the feelings/thoughts that happen in it. it's not great art, nor clever nor intellectual writing, just trying to be honest to the moment as it appears in my head.

and ty

p.s

as for 'a most strange day', this actually really happened. it was too weird. we all got evacuated off the estate i lived in during my early twenties ... and it was plumb eerie, how everyone moved as one, no talking, a mass exodus ... freaks me out a bit even now! that might be partly because all the people were walking in the same direction, too, rather than the norm of some going here, some there, others crossing the street. it almost felt as if i were watching some wartime refugee footage!

There was a place went up not far from here a couple of years ago (will ask hubby the name of it I can't remember) almighty boom at about 6.30 in the morning. Living as we do near an airport we thought a plane had crashed. The black cloud could be seen for miles

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Oh by the way I must get back to writing I have this cracking line burning a hole in my mind and nowhere to put it!

 

[butters]

There was a place went up not far from here a couple of years ago (will ask hubby the name of it I can't remember) almighty boom at about 6.30 in the morning. Living as we do near an airport we thought a plane had crashed. The black cloud could be seen for miles

i think i recall that. was it a refinery and was on the news for days? the cloud drifted right across to us down in the south and over the channel too!

Oh by the way I must get back to writing I have this cracking line burning a hole in my mind and nowhere to put it!

write, sugar, write like the devil's on your tail

 

[UnderYourSpell]

i think i recall that. was it a refinery and was on the news for days? the cloud drifted right across to us down in the south and over the channel too!


write, sugar, write like the devil's on your tail

well I just did lol not sure where to stick it tho lol

 

[butters]

well I just did lol not sure where to stick it tho lol

did you find a good place ... in the end?

 

[butters]

imminent

August thoughts
heavy with humidity
starved of light
a ferrous band
clamped to pale brow
pulling
pulling
insoluble to my needs

endurance is a way of life on days like these
waiting to breathe

 

[butters]

ha! just after typing that the heavens have opened!