The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Something Day”.
Jon is getting vague again. Something day? Winters Day, Summer Day? any old day. It?s not a theme so much as a minefield.
Wait that’s it….
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Accompaniment on guitar by the Ed Bates.
Also have a listen to the songs on the New Album “Angel In Reverse”
Also my mate Devon Sproule was on the show. She and Jon had the best conversation and she played three of her excellent songs.
It was great catching up out here.
A perfect day: home alone
Draw the blinds, switch off my phone
Sit down on the couch, to write
An idea dawns: almost – not quite
I brew myself a pot of tea
Sip and wait, patiently
Stare down at the empty page
The faint blue lines become my cage
Barren as the desert sands
The pen, grows restless in my hands
Eager for the fog to clear
I ditch the tea and crack a beer
I pace round seeking inspiration
To shift this lingual constipation
No spark of wit; no random thought
Stuff the beer, this calls for port
Relax, don’t panic; let it come
But nothing does; my brain is numb
Wash the dishes; check my watch
I dump the port and pour a scotch
Then epiphany, gleaned from art
The way to finish is not to start
Minimalism: a revelation
My pad will be an “installation”
No hackneyed rhymes: no florid scrawl
A poem with no words at all
Stripped of pretence: honest, frank
I’ll name my Magnum Opus “Blank”
If critics like my wordless text
A book of wordless poems next
Beyond that, I can but surmise
The Booker? No, the Nobel Prize
The possibilities are boundless
But on radio? I mean, it’s soundless
A silent verse: I’m glad I penned it
Though I’m not quite certain how you end it
Screw the scotch, a black Earl Grey
A perfect close to a perfect day
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