LANGUAGE OF WINTER GEESE

I have done work on this, altering some phrases and bringing in a new verse,the penultimate one.I am saying that though we may use the language we were born into we can use it in new ways,maybe creating a completely new vision or description of our worlds.Or we may even invent new words but we are born into a society and a language which structures our perceptions and relationships from infancy onward
English is a very rich language as it has been formed out of a large numberof languages of different peoples who have lived here [invaded] from the Romans onwards.Celtic tribes ,Ancient   Britons,      Anglo Saxons,Vikings,Normans,Flemish immigrants etc etc.We also have many words emanating from classical Greek.I think that is because until a hundred years ago Education,for those privileged to have access to it,was almost entirelystudying Latin and Greek,[ both language and philosophyfrom the works of Plato,Aristotle etc]It you wanted to do maths at Cambridge you did Classics first.So all those higher up,educated, wealthy people were familiar with these languages and the classical authors.They would also be very familiar with the writings in The Bible,but probably not Hebrew,Aramaic and related tongues.The Bible was probably read in Latin until the Reformation.So the English Bible is a translation of a translation at the very least.

WILD GEESE FLYING OVER OUR  GARDEN
Leaves have gone so suddenly
Small birds float on the wind
Like boats astride a choppy sea.
Their swaying soothes my mind.

Wild geese fly past at dusk again,
They head towards the North.
The holly berries glow in sun,
                                                     Holy is joy‘s birth

I gaze intently at the sky,
The clouds hang dark and low.
If I were just a  wild  white goose
I’d know which way to go.

But I am left with just these words 

To seek my own life’s goal
Words which  will convey to me
Wisdom from  the old

We use our words in unique ways.
We structure them to form
A new design not seen before
A new sentence is born

I throw my words with love towards you
I hope you safely catch ..
Return me answers from your heart 
And I’ll do my best to match.

ON FALLING DOWN A FULL STOP AT THE END OF A SENTENCE.I can’t recall precisely how I wrote it this poem.It came from a strange elsewhere in my mind.I think it carries an interesting message……if you can’t acknowledge your hatred, if you deny it exists, even to yourself then it may cause havoc in your life.This does not mean l ofetting it rip either.It is very painful to hate someone you love.This is the dilemma of the infant and of all of us in li

I think I began to write it by choosing a long word at random and seeing how many words I could make from that.Then through staring blankly and in a friendly manner at these words a poem began to come into existence.It seemed to write itself especially towards the end.It certainly surprised me with its advent.I can hardly believe I have written it,though wide and narrow focus in seeing are of special interest to me.They first came to my attention in the book “A Life of One’s Own” by Joanna Field [Marion Blackett-Milner] and in her later book “On not being able to Paint”
Wonderful books, still available from e.g. amazon

Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into blackness.

Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire,unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.

I stared too much,
A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence

I saw nothing but this dot
Now a gigantic black hole
Into which I was dragged.

An energy coming from my own head,
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of darkness.

Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible.
Disappeared into the dark.

I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear ,eerie,
It shone,grey silver.

If I had opened my eyes wider
I would not now lament
What I destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness.
t blinded me to the light Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.

An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged,unmitigated,unredeemed,
Kept apart from love or goodness.

Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else,
By freezing Love itself.

Is blogging a genetic trait?
I’d like to buy new genes today.
My parents never owned
A word processor or a phone.
So it’s their fault I lack genes today.

My cats are all full of genes
They still don’t know what I mean.
So I put them to bed
When they had been fed.
So now I have all their outfits to clean

The last post has sounded so the end is nigh.

My poetry is not too bad,

But it’s not too good either!

It’s achieved a moderate success..

But HubPages has a better layout

And the people are willing to give

Critiques and comments.

Blogger is very easy to use.

But it’s maybe too big.

So if you like any of my poems SAVE them

Because since I had the accident last week

I realise I have to restrict my output to where it’s most effective

So I may try to save what’s here into a folder

Then put ot on a disc.

So ,whoever you are??????????????

Who are you??????????????????

Now may be the time we say goodbye.

Goodbye………………………………………………….xx

I had the last post with you
One reader and one blogger
I fell in love with you
My blog will now last forever.

I wrote my last post today
A  task that made no sense
But please keep reading all the time,
 I need adsense for the pence.

I had the last post from my brain
It’s taking industrial action,
So read this now and evermore.
I’ll be in bed, enjoying complete satisfaction
I had this last post with you
One blogger for one reader
I love to write for you,
But This lady feels you don’t  really need her!

I once was addicted to blogging.
It was just like falling off a logging.
But noone read me

So now I can see
I really prefer lots of hugging.

I used to write posts every day.
That is the bloggers  daft way.
But I was talking to air.
Noone was there.,
So now I am not going  to say.

I used to like writing verse,
Especially if it was terse.
But I lost the knack
So until it comes back
I’m going to get steadily worse.

I may start writing  poems with no form.
That is the modern day norm.
But I like merry tunes
And sivery moons.
Free verse would cause a mindstorm

I’m going to get worser and worse.
At verse ,Oh ..curse

I need to get better key words
Because nobody reads this
Just on one day only,
Fifty people did
For no obvious reason
So I’ll study key words
And bard words
And swear words
And funny words
And your words
Love words
Buzz words
Good words
Bad words/
Crime words
Our words
All words.
Key words
To open the door
To unlock your mind
To let you in
Or out.
Key words are magic
They’re a spell.
So I’ll treaat them well
As well as I do you
And you and all of you.
I’ll make a word tree
For history.

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Kathryn1000 had a great fall

Riding pillion

This is a true story.It happened when I was eight years old

Limericks for late winter

The accident in the garden A true story!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Perceptions and conceptions: Where are they now?: “My friends include tulips and geese, And rabbits and blackbirds and beasts. I gaze at them now, I still feel somehow There may be deep wisdo…”

Laughter in the darkness

Love goes wrong

 A POEM FAILS TO ARRIVE click here or not  

My sister did this copy of a Lowry.You have a go!

YOU IS SO MUCH FUN,ME IS NOT SO DONE

Limericks for losers

It should be limericks about the lonely but steer clear of this however lonely you may be

A new month begins to lead us into spring

I am only putting links here from today for reasons mentioned recently.