Monday, October 4, 2010

Poetry Bus Happiness



Okie dokie.

Poor D'Oub has been under the weather a bit the last three or four days. I took to my bed. I reckon it's no coincidence that my illness coincided with 'Black Thursday' last week. My health appears to be inextricably linked to the financial health of the nation. I have a rallied a little by today - though the ripples from the child benefit withdrawal in the UK threatened a fiscal relapse on my part this morning. I'm being stoic. So, worried that I may risk further deterioration to my precarious health, I have decided not to stretch myself and compose a new poem for the poetry bus. The mental energy needed might just be my tipping point. But, here is one what I wrote only a few weeks ago. Needs a little work. It's not quite about happiness - more soppy mushiness - but it makes me happy, so there we go...


Ruby

You are no energy saving light bulb
But a proud old-fashioned kind.
You light up instantly,
no lukewarm waiting.

Your grin feeds a grid
enough to power a nation
Careless, wanton excess!

Melting hearts as fast as
polar icecaps
Our lives flooded, overcome by you.
Only 3 years old, but already
more powerful than the sun.


16 comments:

Louise said...

She's adorable and our nation needs light, Ruby could be the inspiration for all of us basking in the darkness of the current abyss! Ruby Rule OK!

Niamh B said...

Again, I have to say Ridiculously Cute. And a great poem - made me almost cry when you read it during Lucan Fest!!

Domestic Oub said...

Socks - Thank you :) And I agree, I think her financial abilities could easily match those of the current shower - and she's far prettier. (Though that's not hard...)

Niamh - aw, thanks Niamhy, it does kinda well me up too! I'm such a mammy! (I'll have to remember to dig it out when she's a surly teenager!)

Do you think people have spotted that I'm padding my blog with the kids as my brain is on strike?

Niamh B said...

I'd have never noticed!

Emerging Writer said...

So sweet. Could we power the country with small children?

Rachel Fox said...

Killer last couple of lines.
x

Domestic Oub said...

Niamh - phew!

EW - That is the kind of thinking I like! Now, how to harness thier power? Hamster wheels? Treadmills?

Rachel - Thanks!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Ahh, Lubblee poem! And I like the light bulb analogy.Our Padso (13) is definitely an energy saving light bulb and I'm a flourescent tube that flickers a bit and then blows up.Mrs EEjit is the National grid.

The Bug said...

More powerful than the sun - that's surely true of almost every mother's child :) Lovely poem!

Helen said...

Ah, the power of innocence and youth! Lovely.

I'm feeling a little out of sorts too .. it seems our new health care law has severely impacted my 'free' health insurance. I am faced with a hefty premium I fear. Senior citizens shouldn't have to scramble like this!

Peter Goulding said...

I daresay reading it, listeners might get confused with sun / son?? My own children are a complete drain on my energy and wallet.

Titus said...

Don't tell anyone I'm here, meant to be working.

I knew you liked me, but honest D'Oub, naming your first girl after me! Beyond.

yours
JoAnne Ruby McKay

P.S. Great poem. Bit teary myself here. And what a face!

Erratic Thoughts said...

Aww!She is so adorable n cute!
The poem is just as great!I mean-Wow!

Enchanted Oak said...

Oh, Oub, this is so true of little ones. Very cool of you to say so.

Domestic Oub said...

Thanks all for reading!

TFE, Bug - thanks :)

Peter - fair point on the sun/son possible confusion, though, seeing as she is actually more powerful than her two big brothers, it sorta works anyway :o)

Ah Helen, it is troubling ones national woe symbiosis - what is the cure?!

Titus (aka J. Ruby) Well, what can I say, I had been searching for a suitable tribute for quite a while... it seemed fitting.

ET & EO - Thanks :o)Though the fame has gone to her pretty little head and she's been quite the little madam the past two days!

Karen said...

What beauties -- both Ruby and the poem. Truly,she's a doll!