Peripheral Poem

Being able to write poetry is an art form … not something I could ever excel at, the best poem I could ever come up with was more like a nursery rhyme:

Once I went down a path

And on the way I met a cat

The cat’s name was Buffin

He reminded me of the muffin

Which lay in the kitchen…

Where my mother was cooking a chicken

So yeah, that has been the standard of poems I could ever write. But recently I learned that most of the greatest poets were inebriated in some way or another when they came up with their best work.

So of course after reading that I was like hmmm……

Well long story short – this is what I managed to scribble down:

Peripheral

Lordy and blinding

Bumpy and lounging

Brisk and pounding

It races against my heart like a second heart

That beats ever more frantically then the first

I try to take my mind off things

But up it goes against my will

Hanging low like a dead bird on a telephone wire

I will hang your shoes one day

Only to see how far you will go (to retrieve them?)

I have no idea what I was going through my head at the time... and I don’t know what “Lordy” is .. Perhaps I was trying to say “Lordly”??

And I never completed the last sentence – it read: “Only to see how far you will go... “ and the rest was some indistinguishable scribble which I assumed would have been about retrieving a pair of shoes that have been hung high?

It certainly doesn’t feel like anything I have ever written before… Maybe this is what poets feel like when they read their work once they are sober?

Well I think it’s time to break it down and try to make some sense out of it

-          I have no idea what the starting is about – can’t seem to make head or tail

-          The part about the two hearts beating against each other seems to be a description of one frightened person comforting the other

-          I’m trying to recall what must have I been thinking about in the end – I had seen Tim Burton’s movie ‘Big Fish’ recently so that’s from where I must have gotten the idea of shoes hanging high?

And that’s about it I suppose… it will always remain a mystery unless anyone else can decipher it better than me –

 I am open to interpretations…