Ironic Distancing
The mind wanders
I think of a word that rhymes with ‘banker’
and marvel at how
in the middle of a global crisis
my brain still tilts
towards the trivial, the juvenile.
I try a sound poem
panic, pandemic, pandemonium
but it’s missing something,
panache, perhaps.
I make up a joke involving Peter Pan
but decide now is not the time to share it.
I detect the late onset of maturity
and feel depressed.
I text some friends,
we try to out-snide each other
but after a while
we are all chewing on the same bone.
I’m besieged by an idiocy of idioms –
the whole nine yards
the whole kit and caboodle
and that’s only the tip of the iceberg.
I re-assess my relationship with surfaces
I can no longer count on
that counter to lean on,
and as someone inclined
to whistle past the graveyard
walk past the writing on the wall
I have to admit
that the object in the mirror
was a lot closer
than it first appeared.
I write a haiku
four in the morning
moon shining on toilet bowl
porcelain pathway.
Eat your heart out! Basho!
Victoria over at dverse asks us to write a soliloquy incorporating one or more poetic devices, this one is heavy on alliteration with a bit of internal rhyme. It was previously published here, mid- pandemic last year.
Well! That was an entertaining ramble. Methinks you and Basho are a good pair!
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Thank you Beverly!
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This is so fun to read aloud, the way the words roll on one’s tongue. You’ve chose so many poetic devices, especially alliteration, to light up the poem. And I totally enjoyed the haiku.
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Thanks Victoria and thanks also for the prompt!
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This was so much fun to read!
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Thanks Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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I think this is excellent.
My favorite line: “I re-assess my relationship with surfaces”
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Thank you!
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Oh, such fun. I was reading it aloud too — much to the bemusement of my other half. I enjoyed this poem the first time and it’s welcome again!
Youngest son is currently on his knees before the porcelain god — too much cheap cider I reckon.
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Thanks Kim and my sympathies to your son, we all try the cheap cider route at some point in our lives!
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Basho would likely have appreciated the results.
As for the larger works, I can’t say anything more than “Brilliant”. I often find it hard to make something truly “stream of consciousness” look right, but you’ve done a phenomenal job yourself. Very entertaining, very relatable, a little sad, but in keeping with the times, chuckle-worthy. Well done.
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Thank you Masa, much appreciated!
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Nicely written!
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Thanks Lucy!
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Basho has nothing on you you outshine him in the moonlight
Happy Thursday
Much❤love
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Thanks Gilena!
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I enjoyed the word play of your soliloquy, but the haiku was…exquisite! Pristine as a freshly-polished toilet 🙂
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Ha! Thanks Ingrid, that’s the effect I was aiming for!
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Very good!
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Thank you!
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I don’t think I’ve ever read a stream-of-conscious poem quite as lovely as this one. Incredible weaving in of alliteration, wordplay, and other poetic devices. Stunning!
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Thank you Phillip, much appreciated!
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I appreciate your blunt honesty which is also a great vulnerability. Your poem brought tears to my eyes. This one is a keeper, Jim.
My favorite line:
“I detect the late onset of maturity”
I also think that Basho would be smiling as he reads your haiku.
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Thanks Jade! Much appreciated!
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You’re welcome.
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OH how I loved every word! Words that kept coming, coming, wrapping round my brain. { I prop myself against dresser to put on my jeans }
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Thank you Helen!
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This is wonderful! The word play is brilliant, and I love the haiku!
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Thank you Kate!
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This is a fantastic musing 🙂 I so enjoyed getting carried along with it and I also shared your sentiments. My favourite lines:
“I try a sound poem
panic, pandemic, pandemonium
but it’s missing something,
panache perhaps.” – great wordplay.
“I text some friends,
we try to out-snide each other
but after a while
we are all chewing on the same bone.” – so true!
“I can no longer count on
that counter to lean on,
and as someone inclined
to whistle past the graveyard
walk past the writing on the wall” – great visuals.
❤
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Thank you Sunra!
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I love the humor in this poem and the wordplay, but it’s hard not to get stuck. Your haiku made me think of Duchamps
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Thank you Bjorn!
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Spectacular writing, Jim. I felt like I was in your head. Perfect haiku.
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Thank you. Much appreciated!
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A very clever piece that is so real, too real, Jim. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I need an instant distraction, but I can’t rhyme. I know, I’ll email that US company about the EEG headset I don’t need. I wish I was making this up.
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Ha , thanks Steve and stay away from the rhyming!
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