Colouring The Numbers

This is my first attempt at an ode, which often chooses love or admiration of or for the subject. After meeting a new Vocal friend we talked poetry and the sonnets and villanelles I had written for a number of friends, but I had never tried an ode and said I would try to do one for her.

It’s a vaguely Pindaric ode, with three quatrains and a short fourth line. I hope this works so any constructive criticism is welcome. The music is “Walt Whitman’s Niece” and an unpublished Woodie Guthrie song brought to life by Billy Bragg and Wilco.

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Stumbling together across a wide sea

We talked of this and that and where we were

We then fell into to talking poetry

And some words we shared.

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Culture Club Colour By Numbers came up

And Jah Wobble’s Odds Sods and Epilogues

With Words We Both Loved, Now There Is The Rub

The Text became Talk.

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She gave me Direction in her poem

Read to me as she showed me her journal

Sharing words how we create our bright sun

Creating Normal.

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