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Click hereMy grandmother always says
there are no words
I tell you there are
no words
for how very old
I am
But there are,
I looked it up.
sep-tua-gen-ar-i-an
But I'd better not tell her.
It has a melody of something not-quite-green
growing along the rim of a petri dish,
and she'd just be Very Offended,
and serve her most famous soup
with neither salt nor the proper
aniseed bread.
I like this not just because it is a great poem but also because it is a nice window into your world. The final stanza is brilliant.
well, if poetry doesn't pan out, Dictionary (a different kind) writing will pay off:
sep-tua-gen-ar-i-an:
It has a melody of something not-quite-green
growing along the rim of a petri dish,
Loved it 100
which, i have to admit, i didn't pick up on first read through as this all came together so perfectly, so easily, all i can say is how much i loved this write. it all feels ... well, ... right! and i am not about to apologise for this - added to favourites.
the opening allows us to hear the elderly voice by use of clever line breaks and the rep, while the younger voice then chirps in strongly though not harshly - shows respect but that youthful pushing forward to discover...
this whole write tastes of life, but these lines - i wish i could write this way. you make it look so easy.
It has a melody of something not-quite-green
growing along the rim of a petri dish,
and she'd just be Very Offended,
and serve her most famous soup
with neither salt nor the proper
aniseed bread.
you serve us a dish of colour, flavour, texture and sound, offered in a bowl of originality.
Quite right ..... don't upset the cook! perfect little piece I can't fault it in any way