On my own…..

Quite recently I got invited to Plurk…. this poem is dedicated to Plurk and Plurkers….

The Plurk Poem

I never was on Twitter
although I heard the odd word…
I didn’t feel like talking to twits
and I have a phobia of birds

But one day I got an invite
to join a friend in Plurkdom
No twittering feathered friends here
just a monster with a bone for a bum

I wasn’t too sure at first
if I really wanted to plurk
so for the first few days
I didn’t do much except lurk

Plurking can be confusing
especially with a brain like mine
I am never sure whether it’s morning or night
or where I am at on my timeline

On Plurk they pay you in karma
it really can be a bind
in fear of losing this stuff
you forfeit life of the other kind

It soon becomes quite addictive
once you start to follow
yesterday runs into today
and some of us plurk in tomorrow

I began to look for Plurkers
with whom I had stuff to share
Olive oil, photography, poetry
the love of my life could be there!

I found a photographer and a poet
and guys who make mouthwatering food
Lots of delicious links are shared
and occasionally something rude!

There are photo’s of beautiful places
and the yummiest chocolate cake
the techies and bloggers rub noses
with knitters and gamers and rakes

You meet interesting people on Plurk
the wonderful and weird are all here
There’s Oscar and Dylan and Charlie Brown
and even William Shakespeare

So if you need some added spice in life
or just an ear to bend
Come dwell for a while in Plurkville
I may even make you my friend…!

I have been involved in a very passionate and life long love affair with poets and poetry, and so today is something to celebrate indeed…..

It is National Poetry Day here in NZ… I was lucky enough to be able to attend a live poetry reading in Nelson this evening. It was poetic indeed sitting outside the House of Ales, under the full moon with a glass of mulled wine to keep the cold at bay. We heard some neat poets, including Mark Raffills, Rae Varcoe, Cliff Fell and Rachel Bush…  the variety of themes worked well. It’s nice to know that poetry is still very much alive and recognised, although in a town with a population of 43,000 only about 40 attended the readings, a little sad as Nelson is often considered the Art capital of New Zealand.

Montana invited people to share their poems with the public on their website….. and I saw poems posted on blackboards at a couple of bars in town.

I wish we had more days like this, poetry is looked on by many as a thing of the past, but did people really have more time to stand and stare then? Thankfully for the poets and poetry lovers there are people out there trying to shout out about our art on the web…. I love Got Poetry

To end in a quote from yesterdays newspaper:
quote Jessica Le Bas:

Poems are small stories, tightly bundled.

They are puzzles, sometimes in foreign tongues. The pleasure of poetry can derive as much from the unpicking, the decoding, as from any notion of meaning. The sounds, that juxtaposition of rhythm and rhyme, are a far older joy than our need for logic.