Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Too busy to blog?


I've noticed that for the past June, July and August I've averaged only three posts per month. And seeing as David Mohan provided me with at least one of those posts, its a pretty paltry tally.

Its not like nothings been happening.

Currently I've been occupied with a collapsing ceiling and flooding of my attic. My baby recently turned two. The gourds have powdery mildew, the sprouts fighting the good fight against the cabbage whites and the rhubarb has staged a miraculous death bed recovery. Friends and family have been visited with the twin trials of tweedle-doom and tweedle doomer. I've worked hard to ruin VariousCushions burgeoning radio career.

So, you see, busy.

Perhaps its just been too much happening.

And still, I can think of nothing to say.

Sigh.


Oh well, here's a poem wot I wrote.

Lividity

Love pools purple in our ankles
the pathologist tuts.Checks his watch.
Calls it.
We died two years ago.
The bacteria feast on our viscera
growing fat on blame and bitterness
We go stiff then liquid
oozing mistrust and lies into the carpet.
zip us up, what little that remains,
identify us using record.
photos of smiling happy times.
letters we wrote with love.
vows uttered. hands held.
children.
We died two years ago
Painful, agonising and slow.

10 comments:

Drama Queen said...

Oh dear! I hope we didn't suffer too much!

beedlemama said...

Well, if you do nothing else keep doing that darn poetry. I love that.

Domestic Oub said...

DQ - we suffered dreadfully!

BeedleM - Thanks :) Is it wrong to say I enjoyed writing it?

Niamh B said...

Really great stuff!

Matt Bolton said...

Tis hard living a busy life! Really like the poem, sometimes the ending of a relationship can feel like a death, sometimes it is worse as you see the other person around and with someone new. The imagery is fantastic, really liked it.

Domestic Oub said...

Thanks Matt - alternate title for the poem - CSI Relationship.

Niamh B said...

nice new title!

Dominic Rivron said...

Like the cartoon. And the poem. Good one. I can almost smell it!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Raw:
The bacteria feast on our viscera
growing fat on blame and bitterness
Sad:
letters we wrote with love.
vows uttered. hands held.
Good poem.Good luck on Sun, tell Mrs Niamh to have a pint of whiskey before she broadcasts to the nation.

Domestic Oub said...

Dominic - appreicate your comment, it was the reaction I was looking for!

TFE - Will let Mrs N know :)She is best host/dj in the land. Am her honoured guest. Also, will be giving Monday 7pm poem a go. You have been warned.