in an oaked corner of wild field,
unzipped, I spilled into a belfast sink
at the foot of the fort on Old Rothbury hill,
a less than generous piss without thinking –
a skein of hinny spittle and skinny sheep disease,
stagnant spring rain, latticed silver wings,
windfall twigs and orange leaves and, beneath
this scum of natural things
suddenly (reflected), the sky was seen –
the kneeling sheep, the block-headed beast,
the horizontal line of trees,
and all became a sort of masterpiece.
and i smelt,
for a moment,
my own iron breeze
and that of many ancient histories.
Wow. This is fantastic. It spoke to my spirit
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Thanks, Lorraine!
How lovely to hear from you!
Hope it’s all good your end today. x
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You make me itch with how you navigate language in levitous manners while carrying such potent impressions. Damn you, Nick. What is the formula…?
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I read a few good bloggers,
but I have a weak bladder 😉
Thank you, João-Maria
xo
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You’re but one in a vast series of men inspired by a piss they took.
And some philosophers are practically all about piss-taking, (looking at you, Cioran).
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I toyed with ‘a sort of masterpiss’ –
but, well, you understand!
Ha! Cioran – ‘his ecstatic spleen!’
xo
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A wonderful words once again Nick thanks for this one 👍 masterpiss 🤣
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🙂
Thanks & thoughts, Ingrid
xo
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Wow. Ditto all what was said above…
“and i smelt, / for a moment, / my own iron breeze”
— just a few among a series of brilliant lines.
Thanks for sharing and inspiring.
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Thank you Lia!
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Well..
“beneath
this scum of natural things
suddenly (reflected), the sky was seen –“
That, is sort of a masterpiece Nick.
And frightfully and magnificently vivid. I’ve adopted your word, it’s ace
xo
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I concur with your other readers! An inspired poem!!
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Thank you, Liz!!
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You’re welcome, Nick!
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Only you could make a bodily function so magickly poetic. 🙂
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…”Have you read his poo-ems? No? Oh, they’re really crap!” 😉
Thank you, MM xoxo
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😀
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For posting into the wind, Nick
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(^ This brought a real chuckle to my sleepless night!)
Thanks also, as ever, for your considered thoughts, Kim!
xo
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One of your best, it’s brilliant. You’re on a bit of a roll at the moment!
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Even a stopped clock…
Thanks, Paul. Much appreciated!
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Haha! Twice a day would do for me !
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real picturesque
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