Emerging Writer: For the Poetry Bus

Sunday, 28 March 2010

For the Poetry Bus

This week's poetry bus is driven by Rachel Fox at More about the song. Her prompt was to pick a word.

My word is Chitting.

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19 comments:

Mojo said...: Being a Colonial, "chitting" isn't a term I'm familiar with. But I can understand "overextending" well enough. A nice metaphor.; 28 March 2010 at 23:11
Emerging Writer said...: Thanks Mojo - that's why I put the visual clue.; 28 March 2010 at 23:13
Totalfeckineejit said...: Do bears chit in the woods? Pity I am such a puerile Imbecile, for there is a wonderful poem here a beautiful vernal parable, but full of hope of the joy of life.......

'We’re waiting, ready to give,
ready for whatever is out there
take us, use us, let us grow,
let us glory in sight of the big, blue sky.'

Amen to that. Wonderful.; 28 March 2010 at 23:21
Enchanted Oak said...: Very vivid and lyrical. Like Mojo, I've never heard of a chitting. Thanks for the photo. It looks like a potato. I'll have to go Google it. Your final stanza is excellent, good and strong.
Cheers from Chris; 28 March 2010 at 23:31
Anonymous said...: I like the sense of urgent intention, the enthusiasm for fulfilling your potential. Dictionary did not recognise the word so I too needed the photo.
really liked it, thanks for sharing
cfm; 29 March 2010 at 07:24
Niamh B said...: This is great, who knew potatoes could be so poetically used?
I like the overextending idea; 29 March 2010 at 07:36
Rachel Fox said...: If you ever read this one anywhere I think you should get the lights turned out and read it in the dark!
x; 29 March 2010 at 09:37
Emerging Writer said...: Thanks. I'll look at changing it to make it more obvious. I'll go one better, Rachel and write it in the dark!; 29 March 2010 at 10:15
Batteson.Ind said...: I love this! I remember that musty smell in the old barn at a friends house when I was a kid. The weird mound of seed potatoes all gently glowing with their white shoots trying to grow towards gaps in the walls and door frames...
Brilliant imagery and a nice sentiment too. Just lovelyness!
:-); 29 March 2010 at 13:52
Peter Goulding said...: I think its clear enough, Kate. Its a lovely word - almost warbles off the tongue; 29 March 2010 at 14:32
Ann said...: Wonderful and visual. Conjures up spring. Haven't heard that expression in a long while.; 29 March 2010 at 14:56
Titus said...: Yes, I really liked this too - very strong images which hold you for the whole of the poem. There is something darker for me going on though - "reaching", that 3rd stanza and the willing sacrifice of "use us" - which is not entirely redeemed by the beautiful last line.
Intriguing poem, I thought.; 29 March 2010 at 21:12
Argent said...: Very nice! I didn't know it was called chitting. My grandma used to make potato camps by burying them in thegrounds with layers of straw I think. How the supermarkets have severed us from these natural processes.; 29 March 2010 at 22:21
Karen said...: This is a new word to me, too. I love the point of view and especially the last lines.; 30 March 2010 at 01:05
NanU said...: I like the part of youthful enthousiasm jumping ahead too fast, and failing. A warning in the spring resurgence. Reminds me that sack of potatos is waiting in the cellar, too!; 30 March 2010 at 12:11
Domestic Oub said...: Snap! Though I went for firkle in the end.

Great poem :); 30 March 2010 at 14:44
Emerging Writer said...: Ooo Nanu - better openthe sack before they shrivel to nothing!
DO - have to look up firkle. Sounds rude.; 30 March 2010 at 16:12
Domestic Oub said...: See my poem, it IS rude :); 30 March 2010 at 22:28
Pure Fiction said...: Great word choice - it just has a lovely feel to it, and I really like the way you've worked the poem around it.; 31 March 2010 at 20:23