tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post819597273426091719..comments2024-01-18T05:29:43.265-05:00Comments on The Music In It: Adele Kenny's Poetry Blog: Poetry Prompt #41 - A Fly on the WallADELE KENNYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-65286870751533944322015-11-24T11:01:00.794-05:002015-11-24T11:01:00.794-05:00Bless you, Lewis! And thank you!Bless you, Lewis! And thank you!ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-14885721989086640252015-11-24T09:04:50.687-05:002015-11-24T09:04:50.687-05:00I feel that the reluctance to do so may be due in ...I feel that the reluctance to do so may be due in part to the fear of the response to the poems but, all aspiring poets would do well to take the plunge and share their work, especially, at your blog where I have learned so much and am always gaining experience. More than that isn't this what writing is all about—sharing. There isn't anything to fear here, only the fun of participation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-25604594972800030422015-11-24T08:50:10.522-05:002015-11-24T08:50:10.522-05:00I agree, Lewis. I really enjoy seeing the poems an...I agree, Lewis. I really enjoy seeing the poems and wish more poets would share!ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-42140491431717690492015-11-24T08:45:00.986-05:002015-11-24T08:45:00.986-05:00Thank you, Adele, for providing the opportunity to...Thank you, Adele, for providing the opportunity to experiment with new ideas. It is always fun seeing the poems that turn up in response.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-44746985651283405522015-11-24T08:17:48.219-05:002015-11-24T08:17:48.219-05:00Wow, Lewis, you've gone way back, and I'm ...Wow, Lewis, you've gone way back, and I'm so glad that you have. Thanks so much for sharing this!ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-77201183569709553232015-11-24T07:51:56.533-05:002015-11-24T07:51:56.533-05:00The line—'The undiscover'd country from wh...The line—'The undiscover'd country from whose bourn...' is from Shakespeare's Hamlet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-50484985082114555182015-11-24T07:44:58.856-05:002015-11-24T07:44:58.856-05:00A Few Lines For Hamlet
Lemon sun and the blue fl...A Few Lines For Hamlet <br /><br />Lemon sun and the blue fly on the oak <br />tree where new leaves glitter green in a noon <br />breeze where the voice of the playwright is heard— <br />'The undiscover'd country from whose bourn <br />No traveller returns, puzzles the will <br />And makes us rather bear those ills we have <br />Than fly to others that we know not of?'<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-67269429476041514062011-02-01T14:31:40.679-05:002011-02-01T14:31:40.679-05:00Thanks so much for posting your poem, Ray! Great &...Thanks so much for posting your poem, Ray! Great "dismount."ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-57111827582774636862011-02-01T12:41:28.745-05:002011-02-01T12:41:28.745-05:00Like Flies on Milk
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In India at age 25,
a virus t...Like Flies on Milk<br />≈<br />In India at age 25,<br />a virus took his sight<br />took as well for a time, his hope.<br /><br />When life convinced him <br />that his sight would not be returned<br />he took back his hope on his own accord.<br />Resigned to make do. <br />Tragedy just another of life’s difficulties.<br /><br />Thereafter <br />his other senses maneuvered in a dark world.<br />He worked what jobs he could,<br />being a whole man <br />did not require a complete body.<br /><br />Now at age 75 he labors still.<br />An early morning shift at the local granary<br />making his way down the walks of life<br />the tips of his fingers communicating with walls<br />paint a streetscape as familiar to his mind,<br />as his eyes would ever notice.<br /><br />He mills the grain.<br />Has visualized each part of the machine,<br />could repair it blindfolded.<br />Checks initially that the night<br />has not altered his work space,<br />change has not crept in like his virus,<br />to take his sight once again.<br /><br />He sits on a small uncomfortable stool<br />scoops the whole grain into the grinder<br />from a cedrus deodar bin.<br />Then from the shoot - bags with burlap.<br />Ties each parcel.<br />Carries it the few feet to the waiting palette.<br /><br />His eyes no burden -<br />they accompany him in silence<br />as they have for fifty years.<br /><br />In the twilight of the early evening,<br />his skin reads the words of the setting sun.<br />Retraces his steps to his apartment home,<br />four generations now live there with him,<br />a life’s companion for 50 years, <br />both discovering that sight<br />is not needed to find love.<br /><br />His children, grandchildren <br />return from their own work.<br />They are family. Have but one bank account<br />of which they all partake in common<br />as they do their evening meal.<br /><br />He senses,<br />but they do not acknowledge,<br />that at his age they watch him constantly<br />shadows which move within<br />the shadows of the daytime,<br />a grandchild perhaps,<br />his own spouse, their children,<br />watching Daada.<br />This not a burden, but an honor.<br /><br />This family of four generations<br />unlike many in America<br />where the elders do not wish to be a burden<br />and the children do not wish to shoulder one.<br /><br />When told of this culture<br />it was as if it were – from another world.<br />“Who would have children,” he remarked,<br />“if when you grow old<br />they would shoo you away<br />like flies on milk.”<br /><br />Ray Brown<br />http://raybrown.wordpress.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-24115970317167362172011-01-31T21:53:45.714-05:002011-01-31T21:53:45.714-05:00Jamie and Bob,
Interesting that you both thought...Jamie and Bob, <br /><br />Interesting that you both thought "limerick." Apparently others have as well.<br /><br />I found a fly on the wall limerick at<br /><br />http://www.aps.org/publications/apsnews/features/limericks/finalists.cfm<br /><br /><br />Wish I Were a Fly on the Wall<br />by Robert D. Cowan<br /><br />There once was a fly on the wall<br />I wonder why didn't it fall<br />Because its feet stuck<br />Or was it just luck<br />Or does gravity miss things so small?<br /><br />And another at <br /><br />http://www.math.fsu.edu/~mesterto/Unscramble/limericks.html<br /><br />There once was a fly on a wall<br />Whom brave Humpty Dumpty saw fall<br />Down to save her, he leapt ...<br />But that leap was inept<br />'Cos he won't reassemble at all!ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-84336387527468390642011-01-30T22:06:00.415-05:002011-01-30T22:06:00.415-05:00Another interesting prompt! Interesting, too, that...Another interesting prompt! Interesting, too, that, like Jamie, I started to think in terms of a limerick: "If I were a fly on the wall..."bob.fiorellinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467645651262666895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-64259476262541656532011-01-29T17:12:56.184-05:002011-01-29T17:12:56.184-05:00Jamie! What fun! Thanks so much for sharing your p...Jamie! What fun! Thanks so much for sharing your poem ideas and for your kind words.ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-64228094873160822252011-01-29T13:30:20.702-05:002011-01-29T13:30:20.702-05:00I started writing this morning and got sidetracked...I started writing this morning and got sidetracked into a limerick that begins "If I were a fly on the wall." <br /><br />Then, having moved into humor mode, I started a parody on Emily Dickinson's "I Heard a Fly Buzz." <br /><br />The wonderful thing about your prompts is that they're great as you present them, but they also lead us into other areas of creative thinking (and poetry).<br /><br />As always, thanks!<br /><br />JamieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com