I love the thought of breathing new life into ancient poetry, D. πŸ™‚

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I see the dust as ‘academia’ the established forms, unsettled and given new life by new ideas and minds. Most things are organic and evolve, perhaps very little is truly original, just different, changed, new and so it is against the natural order to oppose the new.
(Mrs Smith says I’m far too familiar with Jim, she prefers Mr Beam, so I’ll solo ponder this one Davy).
Thank you

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    Nigel, I have the same conversations with my Mrs about my mate Mal Beck. I keep telling her I cant be regarded as a proper poet if I am always sober. I liked you picked up on the theme I was trying to capture in this poem, so thank you. There was also a thought in there about the drafting of poetry. At what point do we continue to draft until the original thought and emotion has been lost. The Haiku Master, Basho, said it is the first thoughts that are often the purest and I sometimes think he was right.

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Gave me so many images as I read. It reminded me of a lost childhood. Mine, of course. Something so nostalgic about this.

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I find the idea of coupling ‘ruin’ with ‘new life’ is both dramatic and provocative, Davy. Your verse took me straight back to the inspiration Wordsworth found at ‘Tintern Abbey’ and those “sensations sweet, felt in the blood, and felt along the heart” . . . and arousing those images of “the still sad music of humanity.”

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Excellent! Oh! I love that we can evolve, learn, grow, change. And so can our writing. πŸ™‚
And to breathe new life into old poems is wonderful…it gets me to thinking about several things…Oh no! You got me to thinkin’ again, Davy! πŸ™‚
I am now thinking about…
1. Re-reading and sharing and appreciating old poems,
2. Re-writing and changing old poems (because we found a better way to express what we wrote years ago).
3. Our lives are poetry…so we can deal with the past based on what we now know and feel.
4. Sometimes it’s painful and scary to “unsettle the dust”…but sometimes we HAVE to do so. And it ends up being a healthy thing to do.
Well…I best stop thinking now…because, like Winnie the Pooh, I am a bear of very little brain! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜›
HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

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I really do love the layers in your writing.
I love the imagery.
(just curious, how ancient is ancient? πŸ˜€ )

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    Thank you for these kind words Vanessa, they are deeply appreciated. I used ancient on two levels. Firstly, our own poetry, that is put away to rest and live for another day and secondly to all the poetry that has gone before. I have been reading a book called The First Poets, which looks at the origins of poetry going back to Ancient Greece. It is the thought that even though we have many forms of poetry today they are just variations of the original forms πŸ™‚


Davy, I love the imagery of this and can so relate. I have a cheap notebook from the grocery store that I use for writing ideas. Sometimes I go weeks or months without looking inside because new projects start before I fully explore the ones bound in unassuming green cardboard. Those scribbles are treasures, not necessarily good writing but prompts for where my head was at the time. Turning these scribbles into writing really is like breathing new life into something old, yet strangely familiar that would have been lost without the scribbles. But I also appreciate how this haiku alludes to the mystical quality of the writing process. πŸ™‚

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    Thank you Laura. These journals are like pieces of treasure. If you are like me, when you read them after many months they always seem to spring a new and different chain of thought. Sometimes I look at a poem I have written in one form and think it would look better in another. I look at my haikus as seeds for future poems πŸ™‚

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This is so true, Davy, and we must never let those ancient words go. Bring them back to life even if in a different form.

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True to life observation. Thanks!

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The joy of past words and the memories that they revive .

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