{"id":1892,"date":"2008-08-01T08:25:00","date_gmt":"2008-08-01T08:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1892"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:29:34","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:29:34","slug":"poetry-friday-not-clever","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1892","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Not Clever"},"content":{"rendered":"

Getting in Touch with our Feminine Sides<\/h1>\n

It’s morning and it’s just the two of us<\/p>\n

in the Transit crew-bus, driving out to work,<\/p>\n

past dew-hung spruce, in this neck of the woods.<\/p>\n

The floor is strewn
with chainsaws, chains, tools, grease-guns, tubes of grease<\/p>\n

while the whole van stinks of sap and two-stroke mix.<\/p>\n

I would screw my oil stained Maxproof coat up<\/p>\n

into a ball
and try to grab some kip but today I just can’t sleep.<\/p>\n

And it’s not the jolting over pot-holed roads<\/p>\n

or the flare of light that’s keeping me awake \u2013<\/p>\n

I’m worried sick.<\/p>\n

Geoff is smoking pre-rolled Holborn roll-ups<\/p>\n

by the barrow-load. He flicks the greasy butts<\/p>\n

out of the narrow window slit and says,<\/p>\n

frankly, not much.
The towering Sitka spin by, blue and gorgeous<\/p>\n

in the warmth of the brilliant, early morning sun<\/p>\n

and it’s all so picturesque that I am overcome<\/p>\n

with a desire
Read the rest of Tim Turnbull’s poem here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

<\/a>I found this collection of Best Scottish Poems, 2004<\/a> just casting about on the Web for modern Scottish poetry. I love the language; “Not clever,” is a disparaging phrase I hear often here. This struck me as especially funny as I once made a statement much like this in my teen years, and my father heard me, and there was a great kerfluffle. He thought I was disrespecting my mother, sainted motherhood, something. Still strikes me as all very amusing.<\/p>\n

Poetry Friday rolls on! If you’re interested in hosting, October dates are available<\/a>. Today’s host is The Well-Read Child<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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