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:

120 Socks 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!