Skip to main content

Writing ODES To Everyday Things

 I found myself rummaging through my wardrobe and came across a collection of old ties. I rarely wear ties anymore, but there was a time when I wore a tie regularly during my days as a school administrator. They were always bright, some would say, garish. 



My aim  back then was to add some colour to the day. They became a talking point for staff and students. My ties were varied in colour and quality. Somewhat questionable strip of cloth, you might say. 

These days they just hang in my wardrobe as historical artifacts. The discovery of those ties has inspired me though. It has inspired me to write an ode to everyday things! 

The poet, Pablo Neruda devoted a whole volume of poems to simple objects. Ties certainly fall into this category. An ode to one of my ties seems therefore acceptable. It has brightened an otherwise drab day.

Ode To A Tie


We once hung out
Quite regularly
You used to hug my neck
And keep my collar neat and tidy
You protected my shirts
From crumbs, stray morsels
And Thai food stains

You were the colourful one
Draped across my shirt
An eye catcher

In those days
You went to school with me
And your dazzling presence
Your pattern of bright flowers
Snapped eyes to attention
You were a carpet of colour
A strong statement on an otherwise
grey day

You served me well
That is why
You remain with me
We are  tied
Forever

Alan j Wright

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Poems of the Season

Poems of the season shared with fun and good cheer in mind!

For those who celebrate Christmas and for those who don't, I wish you all safe and happy times with your respective loved ones. 

I wrote this little collection of Christmas inspired verse wearing reindeer antlers just to get into the spirit of things. HO, HO, HO!


Stocking Time

I awoke on Christmas morning
And clambered down the stairs
I saw the Christmas stockings
Bulging with presents to spare
I noticed my sister's stocking
Looked slightly larger than mine
I considered swapping them over
But I didn't cross over that line.

Angel on The Tree

I saw her smiling down at me
The angel on our Christmas Tree
She sits aloft with festive lights
I'm glad it's her, I'm scared of heights


The Christmas Catastrophe

Our cat went mad the other night
And attacked our Christmas tree
All the bells and baubles
Were shattered in the spree
And now she sits in contemplation
Amid the scattered decoration
It is a woeful sight to see
A bit of a cat-astr…

Poetry Friday- The Manifesto of Alvin j Riot

I invited my alter-ego, Alvin j Riot to share his view of the world and what he most valued, as we embark upon a brand new year. It's amazing how similar his view of worldly matters is to mine...

The Manifesto of Alvin j Riot

Be prepared to explore the outer limits of your own potential
Discard your socks if your toe pokes through
Always wear comfortable underwear
Go fishing just to be alone with your thoughts
-If you catch a fish consider it an added bonus
Chip away at your ignorance -read
If the sign says fast food think about it slowly
Never meditate in the middle of the road
Embrace simple pleasures
Take time to listen to music every day
Stop feeling guilty if your favourite ice cream flavor is vanilla
Hold hands
Wherever you are- be there!
Try to find a job that brings you satisfaction
Make certain the person you marry is your best friend
Avoid conservatives. They are the beige people.
Don’t throw bricks straight up
Sleep in a comfortable bed
Appreciate your pillow
Sand between your toes is okay.…

Ottava Rima Poem

Today I've gone Italian with an Ottava Rima poem. An Ottava Rima is a poetic form made up of eight lines that rhyme. Each line consists of eleven syllables.The Ottava Rima in its current form was first created by the Italian poet, Giovanni Boccaccio. It is based on a poetic form then used in Sicily, incorporating an alternating rhyming scheme throughout its eight lines. The double rhyme in the last two verses was introduced later on.

An Ottava Rima poem is made up of an octave with the rhyme pattern:
ab
ab
ab
cc

This poem presented an interesting challenge, but then again a challenge is a good thing for a poet. I kept returning to it across a couple of weeks. 

Distancing myself from the words allowed me to return with a clearer vision about what my poem needed in order to settle. Sometimes making a poem is akin to working with Lego pieces. When the word arrangement works, you hear everything click into place. 

Some tinkering and line movement proved quite useful in the end. I would recomm…