On typewriters, of romance

 

Today we have forgotten
whose shoulders we stand
 
On typewrites, the greats works have been produced
but on occasion, mediocre sequels too
let us not be an unkind sequel
 
Typewriters were the combination
of engineering meeting out romance and the mundane
Love letters producing the most careful of tears
“My dearest darling”
 
Letters to mothers and wife’s
tears of such loss – “we regret to inform you”
Your son/husband was lost
 
There were Clanks and Clunks
of success and failure
a smell of correction
liquid paper to cover
 
I cannot produce great works
of love, but I can lease my heart
for an undisclosed time
 
I can stand on the shoulders
of Shelly or Byron
and tell you
 
That the shore in no longer lonely
‘so lift me as a wave, or let me
bleed as a cloud’
 

Let me type this romance
on a keyboard, though lifeless
with no typewriter action
it can still produce, thus
 
‘face the thorns of life
together, pricking neither thumb
nor forefinger’
 
Let us carry it as one


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Bruce Ruston 2014

Indeed standing on the shoulders
of Shelly and Byron

Guest Poet

cat food

you laugh
and say I’m soppy
when I try to express
what it means
when you
feed my cat
despite your dislike
of the smell of his food
and you keep on
doing it
every day
as one of those things
you do
doing your bit
voluntarily
and to me
this is romance
to me this is real love
not mere flouncy words
not mere hearts & flowers
real love
shown by you
my practical, kind, loving partner

Come What May

Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman – Come What May, from Moulin Rouge

Possibly one of the most tragically romantic musical moments ever in films … well films that I’ve seen anyway (she dies … shhhh). Love this.

The words released …

Never knew I could feel like this
Like I’ve never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

And there’s no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you, I love you
I love you until the end of time

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Romantic

romantic
to me
is not
flowers and chocolates
candlelight meals in posh restaurants
grand gestures on sports ground score boards
expensive jewellery and perfumes gifted in fancy ribbons and bows

romantic
to me
is
time set aside just for me
the simplest of foods prepared by your hand
words written from your heart to mine expressing your love
the raw honesty of your need for me and my need for you laid out clear

But
I know so little
of this romance
so what do I know?

Musical Romance

I will break out of my usual poetic posting temporarily as I want to share 2 songs that I am loving at the moment, both of which are recently new to me and have been discovered via you lovely bloggers.

Firstly and most importantly is this one … Every Part of Me – Steve Earle. I was introduced to this by a certain special someone you may know – the lovely Bruce aka the Brain Jar. This song is absolutely beautiful. I will say no more, but you probably already get the picture from our poems.

And secondly is this one … Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros – Home. I was introduced to this by the one and only Le Clown, so you probably all saw this before on his blog. It makes me smile and dance, and is such a lovely thought “home is wherever there is you”.

Between these two songs, I become a smiling mushy romantic mess. Hope you enjoy them too.