Mudge's Poetry Dump

[charlesp]

Give the girl a cigar.

*insert Bill Clinton joke here*

No more interns for Mudge!!!

[xcheck24]

but i wanted to be mudge's intern

[TheMudge]

All joking aside, i suppose the poem COULD have been from Bill's perspective, talking to Monica . . . I'm sure that's what X was going for.

[xcheck24]

oh yes, that was what i was talking about. way to shift it back onto subject, mudge.

i just can't get over how much I feel that poem. maybe it's because i've been there. i think everyone has.

[TheMudge]

Vulnerable, you mean?

Yeah.

[xcheck24]

among other things

[TheMudge]

That's what I was trying for, I guess.

[xcheck24]

you dont have to answer, but is this about something specific with you? or was it just something floating in space that fell through your fingers?

[TheMudge]

Well it didn't happen TODAY . . .

Actually, a line from a Sister Hazel song kind of kick started some memories . . .

[xcheck24]

Well, i didnt think it happened TODAY

[mslover]

Loved the poem Mudge. I think mslover would be proud. Now if you'll excuse me I've got to go take a cold shower.

of course i am - and i'm drooling over it.

[JillStar]

I'm not sure how it makes me feel...


... or maybe I do.

[TheMudge]

The curse of having given in to life--
Of feeling passion's tendrils, icy-hot--
Is felt at first in distant echoes of
A heart that beat for love but now does not.

When youth is spent and nothing warm remains
Save mem'ries pulled around me like a cloak,
I shiver as my solace entertains
The punchline of this ancient cosmic joke.

If hearts can die, can souls be far behind?
Should I retreat to instinct, like a bug?
Despite my vaunted talent, I am blind,
And aching for the grave my hope has dug.

So free at dawn . . . yet not half-way to dusk
I stand revealed as Adam's soulless husk.

[xcheck24]

um, complete 180 from the last one.
i like it tho. again, another poem where I can say "been there."

[charlesp]

again, another poem where I can say "been there."

Well, I think the definition of a Mets fan is "Soulless husk"... or something like that

for mudge

[xcheck24]

HEY! I've got soul! You haven't heard my Jose chant!
So, charles, BITE ME!

ok, i'm not good with poetry forms. . .what is this one, mudge?
Someone should teach me poetry forms

[TheMudge]

Yeah . . . Mets fans . . . THAT'S what I was thinking . . .

[pengwenn]

I'm in awe, Mudge. You don't mind if I name both you and Mlou as Poet Laureates of Word Trip?

I really like the line: "If hearts can die, can souls be far behind?" That's stirring the old creative juices in me. Don't know what it will be but it's a "sticker".

[TheMudge]

ok, i'm not good with poetry forms. . .what is this one, mudge?
Someone should teach me poetry forms

Sonnet. Rhyming poem composed of three quatrains and a couplet in iambic pentameter.

[xcheck24]

I figured it was a sonnet
arent there a number of sonnet forms, tho?

[mslover]

my response to your poem mudge was one of my own (tho not in sonnet form as i am really bad trying to play by "rules")...

i have been here before
where love lies cold
its grave created by time
i remember the chill of loneliness
how it seeped inside me
icy fingers strangling my heart ~

yet will spring come again,
the crocus push through frozen earth
undaunted, in new life
created from where all was winter
and a hopeful breath, drawn in
thaws the chill of broken memories.

[Mlou]

Masterful sonnet, Mudge!
Except you're nowhere old enough yet to pull mem'ries around you and shiver...
you'd better say "I'll" shiver.....sometime way in the future. Now if it were I....oh, well...the future arrives sooner than we expect, darn it!

[TheMudge]

Too young?
Because I'm only "halfway to dusk"?

[Mlou]

Oh, that's stretching. The sun isn't over the yardarm yet and you're still having brunch!

[mslover]

btw - love that phrase, halfway to dusk...