Thursday, June 25, 2015

Voices Heard -- a Flash Poem

 
Voices Heard
 
old mother my dear
voices I'm to hear
 
slappeth thou my face?
to spit now they say
 
what bringeth thine ire?
ashes from the fire
 
I'm not yet a man
hot bark burned my hand
 
none to pull my hair
black with burns, a pair
 
mum to give hard hand,
voices who say, "Come"
_ _ _ _ _
 
Photos and Poem copyright 2015,
© jimmiehov, all rights reserved
 
Today I'm linked with "Words Count With Mama Zen,"
where Mom Z is telling us something new about the English language: 
"Today, we're going to get conservative . . . with our words.  A recent study by British researchers identified 23 "ultraconserved words" that have remained relatively unchanged since the Ice Age.    All of those 23 are cognates (words that have the same meaning and sound in different languages) in at least four of the seven Eurasiatic language families.  Translation: that's the 700 languages spoken from the British Isles to western China and from the Arctic to Southern India."  
 
Her instructions were, "So, want to do a little writing in the mother tongue?  Pick a few words from the "ultraconserved words" list and write a poem of 60 words or less."
I wrote my 'poem' including the title using a total of 55 words.   If my count is correct then I used 14 (underlined for you) different words or phrases from the list.  Mother and Hand were used twice.

You can read through the poem as written.  Or you can start with the first and then skip every other line.  It also will read independently starting with the second line and skipping every other line.  I dunno.

The pictures (click on one for a larger size view) I took in 2013 during a visit to the London Science Museum.  NASA has a wonderful exhibit there.  And it's a FREE museum!!

Here's the list: 


thou
I
not
that
we
to give
who
this
what
man / male
ye
old
mother
to hear
hand
fire
to pull
black
to flow
bark
ashes
to spit
worm

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9 Comments:

At Friday, June 26, 2015 2:59:00 AM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

They did that back then,they, the ones
of old, slapped the b'Jesus of good sense into you, nice response Jim

Much love...

 
At Friday, June 26, 2015 5:31:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the way you have adopted a more archaic style for this poem, Jim. The relationship between mother and son is a sacred thing.

 
At Friday, June 26, 2015 6:48:00 AM, OpenID georgeplaceblog said...

Interesting to read it so many ways. Nice job, Jim.

 
At Friday, June 26, 2015 7:37:00 AM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Hello, Jim. My favourite version was to read all the odd lines followed by all the even ones; but it made good sense in all versions. Very clever!

 
At Friday, June 26, 2015 10:51:00 AM, Blogger Mama Zen said...

I like the way you can read this in different ways, Jim.

 
At Friday, June 26, 2015 1:46:00 PM, Blogger C.C. said...

Extremely hard work and very clever to write a poem that can be read in so many different ways and yet can still make sense in each way. Wow. Brilliant job Jim!!

 
At Friday, June 26, 2015 3:44:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

Where would we be without our mothers.. were would we be?

 
At Friday, June 26, 2015 7:56:00 PM, Blogger Hannah said...

I have to say that I got a similar feeling to that which Kerry described so well. Nice way with the words, Jim. :)

 
At Sunday, June 28, 2015 12:53:00 AM, Blogger Sweeper of Dreams said...

beautiful - with those space-y images, rhythm and rhyme, it felt like a space-age opera children might sing while trying to jump rope without gravity. kudos!

 

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