Valmara Poem by jim hogg
Valmara
The mice, the mice, the mice,
are coming through the walls.
The dogs, the well trained dogs,
are bursting all the balls.
The pawns, the pawns, the pawns
were joining all the dots.
But news, bewitching news,
has tied them all in knots.
The flood, the flood, the flood
is filling every head.
The truth, the boring truth,
was cast aside instead.
The bulls, the bulls, the bulls,
have turned each other loose.
The brave, the noble brave,
are heading for the noose.
The days, the days, the days,
swept up and down and round.
They rushed, they always rushed,
but never made a sound.
The dreams, the dreams, the dreams,
mistaken for the view.
The poor, the endless poor,
Valmara waits for you.
We wait, we wait, we wait,
like seagulls on a rock.
The chance, the clear cut chance,
we never took, is gone.
A chilling prospect. But all over the world the lives and limbs of the poorest are at risk. The " poem" is about the power of propaganda to deceive and divert, broken dreams, illusions, the hard road that the honourable have to walk, the urge to power, etc... Hope you are well.
Haven't put a tune to it yet, Darcy, but I might... Writing music is easy enough, esp using a keyboard, but creating a good tune is another story entirely.... I've put music to around 200 songs but I'd be very surprised if there's a single good melody amongst them.
Brilliant as always. Thank you for sharing your process. I think I have read so much into your poems at times that I am never sure.... but here it is, perfectly explained, and of course, not a simple repetition at all.
The serious won out - and bit by bit I added to it with images intended to carry a message. The specific ref to Valmara came from a shocking piece in The Independent on 6th July 2019 by Patrick Cockburn: " People in Penjwin said they were very poor and lived in the middle of vast minefields laid during the Iran-Iraq war. The one way they could make money was by defusing one particular mine, the Italian Valmara, and selling the aluminium wrapped around the explosives."
Darcy, Hey.. Long time.. Just checked out that link and I see where you're coming from (and yes, it's the same device) , but I'd never actually seen that song before. One of these strange coincidences of life. The triple repetition in the first two lines came to me in a crazy moment a few days ago. I scribbled them down and thought they might do for an opening into something ridiculous, or maybe serious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow! Great poetry, You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.