Friday, June 01, 2007

Writer's Diary #28- Border (2nd draft)


Lately I've been enjoying Poetry Fridays. Basically, a group of poetry afficianados reserve Friday for poetry related postings (original poems, other people's poems, and reviews all seem to be game). I do this more often than Friday of course, but I think that compiling the work of the Poetry Friday participants is an excellent idea and needless to say, I wanted in on the fun. Click on the above button to see all the contributions.

My first posting for this group is an edit of a poem I posted not all that long ago. It's still a work in progress, so just as before suggestions are welcomed.

Border

I am drinking
      (Something is there that doesn't love a wall
      It sends the frozen-ground-swell under it)
            He spoke.

            By jingo by gee by gosh by gum
      (It spills the upper boulders in the sun,
      And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.)
I am drinking beer with yellow flowers.

I tell him about his beer
      (The gaps. No one has seen them made
      or heard them made.)
            Then the voice of liberty be mute.

            Oh say can you see by the dawn's early…
      (They keep the wall between,
      To each the boulders that have fallen to each.)
I tell him his beer is half fart and half yellow horse piss.

I have to walk around
      (Balls,
      Fingers rough with handling them.)
            like a lion to the slaughter.

            What of it?
      (Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
      One on a side. It comes to little more)
I am a sensitive man.

Would you believe I write poems?
      (Pine or apple orchard,
      Trees never get a cross)
            Why talk of beauty?

            He rapidly drank a glass of water.
      (Good fences make good neighbours,
      Good neighbors.)
Poems will not really buy beers or flowers.

It was a mistake
      (In each hand, a stone
      grasped firmly by the top)
            Tis of centuries, come and go.

(at spring mending-time we find them there)

---John Mutford

This was a mashup poem of Al Purdy's "At The Quinte Hotel", Robert Frost's "Mending Wall" and e.e. cummings's "next to of course god america i". To read the originals of these, as well as the first draft, click here. To read my other mashup poems click here and here.

4 comments:

:: Suzanne :: said...

oh my - that is fun.

Welcome to Poetry Friday. I'm rather new to it too.

John Mutford said...

Thanks for the complement and hosting this week's poetry roundup. I realize a lot of people are posting children's poems, I hope the piss and beer references don't turn too many people off!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's never too early to start the kids on the piss and beer references.

Poetry Fridays sounds perfect for you!

I'll have to go back and reread the original poems.

John Mutford said...

Barbara,
Yes, I think I'll now love Fridays. Oh wait. I already loved Fridays. Maybe this should be a Monday thing.