rusty old and beautiful

[lizzytysh]

Ha. I went through the identical process, Cate. Guessing we're not alone in that, since Bev did so well in constructing her poem. Well done for the surprise factor, Bev . Wish you could have your Ute back, too. How's your newer one? Loyal like your last tried to be, were it not for the wantonness of the salt air?

[B4real]

Thanks Cate and Lizzy for your kind words,

I read this thread from the beginning (due to Mat's words with Cate's Ink Instructions poem) and was so entranced. I was swept along on the whole journey Mat started. It was responsible for me putting down my paint brush and try to colour some words. This really is the second poem I've written ever - full stop. I've not even attempted a practice one at all before in any shape or form. I was a bit apprehensive about posting my thoughts but the subject demanded that I do it. I know it's not perfect but I was surprised how it just wrote itself instantly as it is in such a short space of time. You know, art is all the same whether it is written, spoken or visual. If the desire is there it will happen. Now, I'm off to finish a portrait if I can just find where I put my special sable paint brush!!

...and Cate,
I loved your Ink Instructions poem especially these words - I can really relate to them:

I have no words left
but will paint every letter
that I can remember of you.

....and Lizzy,
I now have a "girl" car - a hatch back sedan. She doesn't have "his" personality but she is very reliable!

[Cate]

thank you Bev. I hope we see more poems from you.

[Cate]

Slow and Sure

I bought another old truck
75 Land Rover 4WD
I am re-painting it
Enamel and brush
Nothing fancy
I’m going over the old colors
Like for like
I don’t want it to look new
But I want it to look loved
And it is. ( I love this section)

I bought it from Berny
My friend and mining buddy;
He was going to sell it to
Someone else
37 years of history gone,
Almost.

New shockers
Rejuvenated radiator
Old voyages distilled
New adventures ahead

I love old things
They place me in the middle
I can look back
And look forward

A sense of belonging
Settles sweetly into my being
I am the resurrection
And the Life

Slow and sure
I saunter on.


MatbbgJ.

I can't say I've read such a tender poem about a car before Mat.
There is something about old things and a feeling of connection.

x cate

[mat james]

I’m going over the old colors
Like for like
I don’t want it to look new
But I want it to look loved
And it is. ( I love this section)

That is what makes it beautiful,
among the rust
and the
old;

for me.

[Cate]

Have you ever noticed how strangely time goes by on the internet?

Can you believe a year and a half passed since the last entries!? It doesn't at all seem like that long ago but when I scroll backwards and re-read some entries I remember things that seem very long ago.

~~

That is what makes it beautiful,
among the rust
and the
old;

yes, I think so

how is your old truck Mat?

[mat james]

Hi Cate,

the old truck is fine,
running beautifully
but no heaters
and
it's Winter.

The old truck
doesn't seem to feel the cold
but I do.
Maybe I'll have to do something about that heater.
Or maybe I'll just wear another jacket
and a beanie.

[lizzytysh]

Like your response, Mat.
Buck up! lolol

[Boss]

This thread is very precious, Mat. Thanks for bringing it back. I was angry back then and I think more suspicious. So good just growing. Here's a poem for old times sake.

For You Niece (May '13)

It was May eighty five
I held her in tight
Her five day old peace
She slept in soft light
I whispered to God
Deep and deep down
'Look after this child
Her love shall resound'

She grew up before me
Had to fight for her love
Thru' thick and thru' thin
Thru' the push and the shove
But there was this light
Aching to breathe
It knew of the Truth
It begged for reprieve

I got this ripe call
It was her on the end
'I've just become a woman
This is real, no pretend!'
She danced and she tapped
Sang Annie per se
I saw her one night
She took over the stage

And then off to Denmark
Never short of a beau
An AFL footballer
A Kiwi to show
She had this appeal
To both women and men
To me she's a niece
To me she's my friend

All in this time
She looked hard inside
All in this time
Tears silently cried
Something not full
The world but a game
She knew what it was
But she hadn't a name

She looked at her past
Her present not well
Her future looked dimmer
She could no longer tell
But this girl was tough
There was love in her soul
This guts and this heart
She got on to a roll

She summoned her strength
Then at once found her fight
Her old lives were dying
Something new was alight
Some others they laughed
They were stuck in a mask
Alone in the lying
Alone in the dark

But she kept on learning
Growing and true
She found her soulmate
And he was the glue
Now imperfect is she
But on the right path
The Truth is now in her
And she makes me laugh!


Thanks again for this opportunity, Mat.

In peace,
Boss

[lizzytysh]

I LOVE that, Adam!

Your sweet jaunty rhymes and your words painting such vivid pictures of your niece.
Love the poem, the journey, and the message.

[MarciaLP]

I really enjoyed this. Clear and elegant--I can see these people in my mind's eye. It moved me.

and I love the line: "of valuing something quite worthless"
and the tender sentiment expressed candidly

Thanks.

Marcia

[mat james]

some sort'a rusty itch

Within me
among me
beyond me;
whether it’s Name is love
or divinity,
I can’t fathom
but within me
beyond me
among me
I can feel it

There is radiance
Emanating
And while I’m not it
I’m of it;

Among me
Beyond me


Mat.

[mat james]

Walking, like Thoreau

And I found it while walking, like Thoreau;
sauntering
I found a crucifix
set, by Nature, within a rock
the size of the pad of my thumb

And after considering this
complex product of nature,
egg-shell skull colored rock
with an arching cross
black and brown parallel lines
running along both boughs
leaning slightly to my right
as I palm it
and some hinted meaning
as though I and the cross itself had suffered into now.

Wiser minds than mine
could mine its geological evolution
and unravel its form over
thousands or millions of years.

And It found me
walking like Thoreau
sauntering distant hills
embedded in some other time
outback
this little Cross
tortured by and torturing
my reason and disbelief
slinging irrational thoughts at me;
like David to Goliath

"rock of ages
...let me hide myself in Thee"
I hummed or whispered

…to my little Golgotha.


MatbbgJ

[Cate]

This is lovely Mat.

It feels a bit like when movie slowly pans in close and pauses for a moment on something small that may have been missed moments before.



(what kind of stone/rock was it Mat?)

[mat james]

Well Cate,
By the "book", it is a sedimentary formation, fractured with later inclusions....probably Mesozoic.
But that does not sound mystical enough for me; so I'll simply say it is a mystery.
When I find my gadget cables, I'll download an image of it.

MatbbgJ