Archive for experimental poetry

Poem ‘Sense Sojourn’

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on May 8, 2011 by echostains

I wrote this poem as an experiment some time last year.  I thought it would be a challenge to put it into video format (and it was).  The programme I used had sound clips which I have used.  Each of the observation of these senses relate to trivial and not so trivial experiences that pertain to myself.

Images from here, here,  here and also from here, here and here

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Poem ‘I could sit in a chair all day’

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , , , , on February 4, 2011 by echostains

Wouldn't mind sitting in this chair...

Here’s another of my ‘experimental’ poems.  Definitely more of a performance piece than static (see the irony) poem. I wrote this the other day, funnily enough as I was sat in a chair 🙂  I was thinking about all the stuff that I really should be doing and thinking to myself “well, it’s no good sitting here – there’s too much to do….” when inspiration stopped me in my tracks from doing anything but write about me sitting in a chair all day! 

I could sit in a chair all day,

I could sit in a chair and get carried away

Just sat in a chair all day.

 

I could sit in a chair all day

I could sit in a chair and rant and moan

I could sit in a chair and cry into the phone

As I sat in my chair all day.

 

I could sit in a chair and cry.

I could bring several tears to a plexi glass eye,

And still sit in this chair all day.

 

I could sit in a chair all day,

But my worries and cares would not melt away,

If I sat in that chair all day.

 

I could sit in a chair all day,

Until doctors came in and took me away.

‘Cos I sat in a chair all day.

 

I could sit in a chair all day

And weep with regret as my life slowly froze

I could sit in a chair all day

As silvery cobwebs covered my clothes,

I could sit in a chair all day.

 

I could sit in a chair all day

‘Til my limbs ceased up and withered away,

‘Til my mouth went dry with nothing to say,

‘Til my heart and my blood turned a dull shade of grey

As I sat in that chair that had turned into me

And myself became glued

And I couldn’t get free

And my eyes became leather

And now couldn’t see

Me

sat in this chair all day!

©Lynda M Roberts 2011 

Thanks to Vincent Van Gogh for the use of his chair (the image from here)