It was a poetry workshop night again with the Hamilton Poetry center. Today I even had a poem of my own that I took along. They had nothing but good feedback on it of course.
I have to say it was fun listening to the group try to make sense of what my poem was about, and what I was trying to say with it. I loved it! I wont lie.
The best part of the night came when one of the elderly gentlemen read his poem. I just fell in love with the poem. I want to share it with you. Perhaps you will get a good laugh out of it too! The idea was that over time, one’s work seems to deteriorate over time.
I am sending you a very early poem
which I am sorry to say
has suffered badly
from the passage of years.
you will note all the verbs
in the present tense of the original
are now in the past:
‘is’es‘ are now ‘was’es‘
‘are’s’ are now ‘were’s’
and in the first stanza
the words ‘polished table’
are barely visible
under a thick layer of dust.
In the second
the energetic lady hiker,
who had no difficulty
in bounding up and down hills
and vaulting streams
at the time the poem was written,
is now scarcely able to navigate
without the use of a walker
and the help from her husband–
the gentlemen in the third stanza
with the very long beard
and wearing a deerstalker cap.
I assure you, the mouldy
half-eaten sandwich tossed casually
into the aspidistra (verse 3, 4th line)
was not there in the original poem
and I have done my best
to clean the crumbs.
Be assured, I have vacuumed the poem
from beginning to end.
It is, in the main, now quite sanitary
though I would advise against
opening the door of the refrigerator
you will find in the last but one line
of the penultimate stanza.
Yours, etc., etc.