well
i fucking am

a wind
is brewing
somewhere that’ll blow
this leaf

to fall
         to putrify
in mulch

or burn
amongst
the other sweepings
in the flame
of all unknowings

meanwhile
a robin
grubs in snow

a pint
a fag
her smile
some stilton cheese
with apple pie

sparkles Milner. Crisp and clean as winter air.

Poignant. The last S is perfect, smoldering like the pile of leaves.

The first/second line punch is great.  Unexpected and "real."

Splendid ending, Milner, and the rhyme from several stanzas previous, intact - a sign of miraculous metrics. Tom

right on, Milner.

tiko

Thanks Lavonne, Rob, Tom, Tiko. Hope Yeats isn't turning in his grave. It's about the time of night for me to be 'full of sleep'. So

cheers

milner

You take "full of sleep" to a whole new level .....lol

That is one of my all time favorite of the oldies (the poem I mean - hehe)

xo M

Very well done.

Tis a great poem, Michelle, (not mine - the Irish bard's). Thanks

and to you, Quentin, for such appreciation.

milner

this is good
I'm not one hundred percent sure I know the intent
and I like it that way.

 

Thanks, SL. One problem with using 'I' is that it might look like a typo, rather than being deliberate - bold instead?

I rarely write with 'intent', Scott, though that may enter when the first writing of a poem is done, or during the process. But then whatever comes over might better be described as a 'slant' (or 'slants') rather than 'intent'. There are and will be exceptions, especially when a sense of ire has been stimulated and is the driving force. Glad you like it.

Cheers

milner

Lavonne, I seek your forgiveness for my neglect in not yet expressing my lasting gratitude for the honour you have granted to this humble offering by your gracious selection.

(Just been watching a period drama)

And so to bed.

milner

dear Milner it is the subtlety of the  esthetics that is a challenge.
for my eye the bold lower case i works if the title is also bold face.
you did not offer the title with each beginning letter upper case
so i make a layout for you to ponder here in that format.
cheers
silent lotus
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~




when you are old and grey…


well
i fucking am

a wind
is brewing
somewhere that’ll blow
this leaf

to fall
         to putrify
in mulch

or burn
amongst
the other sweepings
in the flame
of all unknowings

meanwhile
a robin
grubs in snow

a pint
a fag
her smile
some stilton cheese
with apple pie



Milner Place



~

Thanks, SL. My problem is that I don't stress that 'i' when reading it, and therefore bold or capital might be confusing. I'll muse, and ponder, then muse again ... tra la la ... sweet lovers love the spring

milner

this is a magnificent offering.
a true wonder.

to the front page.

tiko

Love the way your opening two lines kick the title squarely up the arse!

Beautifully balanced and paced throughout. A pleasure to read.

Regards

[applause]

Congrats, Milner! Tom

Excellently placed - a favorite of mine on the board lately - M

Holy shit! This is holy shit!

well
i am fucking pleased

Bless you, Tiko

milner

Now I must also thanks all you guys, Oskar, Rob, Tom, Michelle, Ken.

It amuses me to recall, some 20 years ago, having an argument with an editor who would insist on printing 'fucking' as 'f.....g' in his mag. I asked him if he thought even an 8 year old wouldn't fill in the blanks, so what was the point. A refusal to print poems that include 'bad language' is fine by me - an editor's choice - but that ...... compromise, to me, has always been absurd.

Anyways, cheers

milner

well, i fucking love this. Just one tiny nit, Mil.  Maggie


well
i fucking am

a wind
is brewing
somewhere that’ll blow
this leaf

to (the) ground         
    to putrify
in mulch

or burn
amongst
the other sweepings
in the flame
of all unknowings

meanwhile
a robin
grubs in snow

a pint
a fag
her smile
some stilton cheese
with apple pie

love it, milner ~
congratulations


Stella

Thanks, Maggie, I'll ponder 'ground/fall' a while, as at the moment I'm dithering, doddering one way or t'other.

Thanks, Stella.

milner

Meanwhile, a broad smile from me to find this today!

Wonderful. 

The unseen smile is warming, Lynn, and 'wonderful' will do any time. Many thanks.

milner

I like this Milner, kind of where I live, somewhere between total disinfranchisement and weekend nirvana.  But apple pie, always apple pie.

                                                               tom mccoy

much enjoyed milner

cheers

james

Thanks, Tom, James. I'm well at ease with it, for the moment.

Cheers

milner

Just to note that this, with a great wedge of blue Stilton, is on the front page of Outlaw Poetry http://outlawpoetry.com/

milner

dear Milner

a nice touch to have the poem in gray/grey !

i might go a bit further and have a greyish blule font printed on a warm ivory colored background
to accentuate the stilton

a fun graphics project to play with
it could have the makings of a nice poster

thanks for once again sharing your outlaw hideout

silent lotus

Looked to see if Yeats was "gray" or "grey" and surprised to see reliable sites quoting both.

Best line to quote in support of "grey:"

In the dark of my room I imagined that I saw again the heavy grey face of the paralytic.

Joyce - Dubliners.

I does go well with the cheese. Yes, most delicious.

look sharp there, Milner! Tom

I suspect that Yeats would have used 'grey'. My reasoning is that in my school days, in the 1930s/40s, 'grey' was the taught spelling in this country (UK), and hence probably in Eire also.

SL, you would be a great asset to their editorial staff at Outlaw Poetry.

Thanks all you guys

milner