Going nowhere slowly

Written in CHOKA form at a time when I am having difficulty in writing anything.

The bare page presents
a tyranny of blankness
and of lame resolve.
It rebukes … censures … resists
the pen’s slow advance
across the leaf of time’s edge.
Held by frustration,
the mind lies rooted in defeat,
and stares at failure once more.

The Concert

Written on the day following an orchestral concert by the De Havilland Orchestra at the Weston Auditorium, University of Hertfordshire.

Program: Berlioz – Rob Roy Overture
Mozart – Violin Concerto No 5
Tchaikovsky – Manfred Symphony

Such an evening,
Stirring, soothing, romancing.
Emotions on fire
With excitement and wonder,
Awe and amazement.
Sounds linger in my mind’s recall.
Softness and melody challenge
Loudness and clamour.
Youthful brilliance as Mozart charms;
Elation at the passion of Tchaikovsky;
Delight that Berlioz did not give up.
I marvel at such genius
And the talent of the players.
But, no standing ovation: how remiss!
I should have risen
At exaltation of the music’s adventure.
Perhaps next time.

Glosse on Brooke

The following poem is a GLOSSE based on a poem by Rupert Brooke. A glosse is a tribute to another poem. Each line of the original poem is used to start and finish stanzas of the new poem in an expansion of the theme of the line. The line length, rhyme and metre are at the discretion of the poet.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less,
Gives somewhere back the thought of England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under and English heaven.

Rupert Brooke, The Soldier

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
No time to shirk the duties of this time
Of challenge to the will, of dispute as to means,
And think, this heart, all evil shed away.

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less,
Will spur the thoughts of pure release from guilt.
The rapture comes, the bliss of endless ease,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less,

Gives somewhere back the thoughts of England given;
Though far away from where the fields shine green,
And hills and valleys draw a vision clear,
Gives somewhere back the thoughts of England given.

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
Skies vast as heaven; rivers glide with peace;
And voices make an imprint, spirit’s ease,
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day.

And laughter, learnt of friends, and gentleness,
The joy of childrens’ artlessness, sublime gift;
Some tears that tell of love, of times recalled,
And laughter, learnt of friends, and gentleness

In hearts at ease, under an English heaven,
The traveller will find rest wherever found,
And fondness for the country left behind,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.