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Poem: Big Indoors 

In one way

I’m going to miss you

You were always there if I needed you

Close by – ish

 

First thing on a Sunday morning

Evenings would be good too

Never on a Saturday

You must be joking

 

In another way

I’m glad to see the back of you

A Monstrosity,bold, expectant and not in disguise

By scented unlit candlelight you would hypnotise

With just one glance your colourful napkins would sit neatly and entrance  

 

Treats of many a variety

A few sweet, frozen and savoury

There were plastic flowers and exotic biscuits

Forever lengthy was your queue

I felt trapped but what could I do?

Oh, look above for the bread rolls, fish n’ chips and meatballs on your menu!

 

I would follow your trend

But like all things good and abysmal

they had come to an end

When I think of it,

I won’t miss you

Like I’ve said already

I’m glad to see the back of you

 

Cushions and cosiness

My life will resume to smelling of rosiness

Back home for my tea inside my own indoors and not yours

Using my own front door KEY– IKEA, IKEA bye bye

 

 

Review: Big Indoors 

 

An intriguing title. What exactly is it that’s big indoors? What is the thing? A dog, a person or a person’s ‘thing’ of some sort?

After reading the first stanza my imagination takes me to thinking of someone who has come to the end of a relationship with a lover where a loose routine of days and times of their ‘getting together’ for intimate moments had been established. Yes, I say ‘had’ as it’s all past tense and it’s finished. It’s over. Boo hoo right?

An end to the casual romantic rendezvous or it could be something that was defined as being more long term where contracts were signed, a few handshakes took place and cake featured etc. The point is, they will be missed wont they. Aww, I suppose? Endings are never nice they?

Just as I’m about to get a tad sorrowful I’m instantly met in the third stanza with there not being any love lost at all! What a sudden contrast eh? My blubbing has had to be put on hold.

The poet is pleased to see that it, the thing, has ended!  Phew eh? Hmm? Do they feel free and liberated?

Hold on! No one’s heart is broken here. Hurrah to that.

I then realise it’s not a person, no, but the featured monster is a money making culturally forming experiment on a large scale! Whoa!

By the sound of it, what has unfolded is a huge sheep pen-esque shopping experience for the masses within a massive warehouse!

Arrrrrrrrrrghhh! I sort of scream but not by much. I acknowledge it. I accept it. It’s a very clever idea. I mainly laugh because I can relate to what’s being said within the poem. I have experienced that obstacle course. I’ve been through it and come out. I have been bothered and I have benefited too.

Candlelight indicates, warmth and intimacy but seduction is unfurling with ‘unlit candlelight’ I find that humorous.The addition of shopping for food items with ‘fish & chips’ plus ‘meatballs’ I find hilarious. Cultural boxes have been ticked. Well done, whoever is to benefit.

In controlled, move it along zones, it tempts and provides and offers comfort like you’ve gone to visit your lover, a parent and your grandma all at the same time under one roof

Something for everyone right?

Well, yes. Be ready to be enchanted, lured, lassoed and to queue up for it!

It wasn’t a one off. The poet was curious, seduced and drawn into that way of living.

The insidious yet well-meaning monster that is big and bold appears to have moved away.

The poet has come to terms with it and has made time to reflect on the experience by appreciating their own home life.

In an ever competing-for-attention-world, as the reader I’m left with questioning what are in fact the important things in life?

A few smile inducing subtle rhymes throughout the poem with revelatory contrasts.

A fun read

Poem: Looking back 

 

I enjoy everything…retrospectively

In the middle of the night I’d sit…

 

bolt upright and holler

 

“Yesterday’s breakfast was proper yum as

I’m not even sad and I’m nowhere near glum!”  Zzz

 

Review: Looking back

 

What a striking little poem!

It’s compact, cute and funny.

What an interesting title after then going on to read the poem and then reading the title again. That’s a bit of a retrospective moment isn’t it?

But as the poet says, enjoying everything retrospectively?

Absolutely ‘every’ ‘thing’?

Crumbs! That’s a lot of stuff.

What’s going on here Poet?

You may not be sad nor glum but something is not right.

I won’t call it denial. If you’re happy, you’re happy. Good for you, but I go on to question;

Is the poet not enjoying moments when they are actually taking place?

Is the poet not living in the moment, when whatever it was that happened, happened?

 

Therefore, in the poet’s life, when something good happens, is it over quickly and then the next thing is busily hurrying itself along? Is that not the case for most, if not all folk?

The poet’s active mind and overall system is finding a way to make known to the self, the positive occurrence that took place by ‘siting bolt upright in the middle of the night’ In this case, of how delicious the previous day’s breakfast was, making sure that the moment is acknowledged and has not been resigned to the vaults of an overloaded inaccessible creaking memory bank.

 

Is life presenting itself to the poet as something that is on a quick, moment after moment, conveyor belt with no time for emotions, the good ones, being allowed to be close enough to skim the surface, let alone penetrate?

I believe the poet is commenting on how ‘modern life’ is experienced or how most feel it just is. Most just accept it and not think to question nor contest it. Too much of a faff to be against anything that is seen as the norm by most isn’t it?

I won’t even begin to list what those so-called modern-day norms are

I think best to stop before I get started! (More stories for other times)

Is it more of a secure way of living life by being sure of enough time having past, to then look back and say, yes that was good wasn’t it ? Enjoyment was had!

Is that how ‘enjoyment’ will evolve ? I hope not! That’s so sad if that is indeed the case.

I find the poem humorous with the strong visual presented with the body posture and the shouting aloud of a satisfying statement to then be returning to sleep mode, represented with triple z’s at the end.

I have enjoyed reading the poem, yes but according to the poet, I will enjoy it in the future, when I’m reflecting…hmm. Well, I don’t have the time to decide tomorrow whether I had enjoyed something today. I’ll be too busy doing a new thing!

A great little observation. The message I’m getting here is that it’s fine to look back, yes but not be stuck in the past. Also be choosy with ingredients for the ‘here and now’ and not to be overloaded with unnecessaries.

Don’t look back with clutter!