OUCH, AGHAST!

A combinative, melange of, one hopes to be, a quite interesting read.

 

Ouch, aghast!

          One discovers unshrewdly, leaving one frazzled profusely,

    dynamic spiked knots of barbed wire, slovenly

    slumped over dishevelled piles of used car  tires, placed in front

    of a back wall, rusty, makeshift, tall, made from

    narrow boards of corrugated metal, sprayed with scenic graffiti,

             state of the arts, antagonistic, inner city, 

     shaded kind of, pompously, pieced together, sort of, frowzily.

Brushing Past

        Excelling beds of wildflowers with wretched weeds, that surround,

           spritely sprigs of revered rosemary, following succulent

            sprawls of sour blackberries, near to, pungent poisons of

       unknown mysteries, in various quantities. Then finally past, prosaic 

        stalks of elderberries, stretched abound, breezily wavering,

            untamely proud, top heavy, full-in-flower, fluttering their

       complex inflorescence, throughout their wind charmed, finest hour.

Cycling Fast

          As one encounters, a long, pale, lonely red brick wall,

  which would seem likely, to be younger than Mary Quant,

        yet no older than my media memories of ‘War on Want’, 

  an early 1980s construct,  blatantly low in cost and

          indeed, low in  popular appeal. Perhaps

     the likes of the late Andy Warhol,

 might just have cringed

with abhorrence, insisting upon a repeal;  creating

a  scandalous modernisation, to tentative reprisals!

                    Eliciting widespread provocations, in blazing

    proportions, rendering his work as,  “fervently a-moral”.

                 Though, historic, imagined, speculations aside,

       this rather pathetic pale red brick ordeal, still stands,

                drearily desolate, yet, as ever, mundanely, real.

Shadows Overcast

                  Tempestuous swarms of uninvited, small brown gnats,

imposing their combat-driven energy, all too chaotically, unfettered,

while their jolty movements seem, unsettled,  though my,

           frenzied, banishing, hand waves remain ineffective, as this

cunning community of gnats, continue

to flounce, frolic and agitate, persistent

on humming as they circulate, vagrantly exposing their nuisance 

with futile arrogance, irrespective of human presence.

                       As one begins again, to regain composure, after

intermittent spells of intrepid exposure, revealing, how life

                           out in the sticks, is not entirely, quite so idyllic.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews would be appreciated

Mary Quant; British fashion designer, instrumental during the 1960s, who was famously credited for inventing the mini skirt
Andy Warhol; Deceased American artist and film maker, a renowned figure in the visual arts movement, 'Pop Art'.
War on Want; An, NGO, established during the 1950s, which campaigns for human rights and against the root causes of global poverty.

Reviews

[L.Edward]

The thing I love about great train of thought writing is that soon enough the words just disappear and become like lettered windows revealing a scene in the dimension beyond them. Your work did just that and more. The absence of particles and the abundence of pure adjectival colour and flow in this got me kind of high during the reading process.

[Bobbie Coelho]

This reads so well, in fact I can imagine rriding my bike, very clever Sheema. Thank you.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hello dear Bobbie, thanks ever so much for your kind review and encouragement, as ever, really lovely to hear from you again :)

[Adam Whitworth]

Luckily for me, having been the father of a growing kid, sheets of corrugated metal or anything at all were seen as the start of an adventure rather than unsightliness.
Great writing again, really like this one.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thanks ever so much for your most encouraging review, Adam, have a nice weekend!

[KAOlmsted]

It's funny, as I read through the first stanza I was thinking most definitely a cityscape...and as I read through the second stanza, I held onto that thought, perhaps a vacant lot growing wildflowers in an otherwise urban environment. The third stanza is nothing short of brilliant so I just read it and didn't think too much about where that brick wall happened to be standing...and then you gave me a whole twisty-twirly thing at the end and told me: HA! It's the countryside, silly kimmer xD

Your writing is amazing. I am such a huge fan, Sheema...Thank you so much for allowing us to read your work.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hey, hey, well nice to hear from you and to see you back, yes thanks indeed for pointing the location identity dilemmas out, I think that I referred to a few different locations, I am so pleased that you like this one and hope that all is alright with you, your comments mean a lot to me:)

[KAOlmsted]

No dilemmas whatsoever! I loved that you took me to so many places in my mind...You are, without question, one of the Great Greats ;-) All is well...thank you. Hope the same for you. xoxo

[Sami Khalil]

One word : Awesome...:)....

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you so much, I kind of edited this one umpteen times until I felt quite satisfied, I blush :)

[Sami Khalil]

It is wonderful...:)

[Dhaye]

You know, this is a splendid write, Sheema. The poem can be read in two different ways- reading the whole poem as it is written, or reading the simple lines and the highlighted/bold-worded lines separately.

Whoa. Too much info you provided here. I learned a lot from this mishmash of ideas. Thank you for sharing.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

What a lovely review, I appreciate your thoughts, thank you.

[Dhaye]

Welcome, my friend. :)

[lee von cleef]

idyllic greed no power to those who need. I think you and I often attack the problem ...at the root.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thanks for commenting on this one, Lee, I think that this one might need another revision, parts of the structure and content don't seem quite there yet, best wishes.

[lee von cleef]

Always the perfectionist, though I do smile when I see you ( in my mind) with a lose hair out of place. Striding tall good posture ,so much grace in your direction.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Charming, as ever, ha ha ;)