A Poet in the World of Reality Options

[Guest_Toumai_*]

A Poet in the World of Reality

Poets muse,
waiting:
for inspiration,
enlightenment,
perfection.

I’m impatient,
gossiping
outside school:
road works,
celebrities,
holiday horrors.

Poets feel.

I am touched by:
sunburn,
beggars,
gastric ’flu.

Poets notice:
prismatic sunbeams,
striking gossamer;
rainbow magic.

I wonder where
sodding scary spiders
crouch, waiting;
spinning in the shadows
menacing my existence.
So much debris;
so much fear.

Poets brave
the unimaginable:
writing it ...

I take:
children to school,
cat to vet,
recycling to dump,
offence ... too easily.

Poets take:
liberties,
lovers,
drugs,
forever deciding
where to place one ...
    full
         Stop
                .

© Toumai, 2005

Thanks, James, for much-needed pre-crit

[Guest_Nina_*]

Hi Fran

A very interesting contrast between you, the poet, and you the Mum/Wife, almost as if you are two different people.  Also the contrast between the trivial and profound.

One observation.  the line Poets feel stands out from all the other aspects of what poets do, giving it more emphasis and importance than the other aspects of a poet's characteristics.

One nit.  

I wonder where
sodding scary spiders
crouch, waiting;
spinning in the shadows
menacing my existence.
So much debris;
so much fear.
Please take out sodding, I really don't like it in this context.  It waters down the scary feeling you are trying to convey.  Sodding is a slang word expressing anger not fear.

One last comment

Poets take:
liberties,
lovers,
drugs,
forever deciding
where to place one ...
   full
        Stop
               .

urm are you describing yourself here?  I don't think I take liberties, I definitely don't have a lover or do drugs, but yes I agonise over where to put a full stop.

I enjoyed this

Nina