Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem uses a Death Valley desert drive as a metaphor for a life being lived.
It follows The Futility of Life and Death as the second poem of three inspired by the film Control, a biopic about the singer Ian Curtis.
That had a tragic ending, but this poem tries to provide a positive one, and reminded the poet of Blondie’s 11.59 when he read it back. The Debbie Harry story provides a positive ending to balance the Ian Curtis one, so enjoy the weekend!
Driving Through the Desert
Think I’m about half way through.
Doing alright but my gasket blew
a while back, and don’t think it’s
working like it did. Map of the world
on my mind, but can’t see beyond
the horizon, and don’t like looking back.
Trying to stay on the road takes attention
that I don’t always have, which can cause
anxiety and apprehension. Think I’ve got
enough gasoline for the
one-way journey through Death Valley
but not beyond return
or anywhere further. Dead end destruction
was your destination, think it always was fated
that you’d drive your way in that direction.
Look ahead, just keep foot down driving
you’re alive for now, and that’s forever.
This moment is you. Your time in life
beyond all else. Drive, drive, you’re alive.
Cruise and speed when you like
there’s only deserted road in sight.
Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem has a social conscience. Although its message is not new, it tries for originality with its use of words and rhyming.
The top half of the poem has a double rhyming of ‘ity’ words on the top half, and the bottom half has a double rhyming of ‘ion’ words.
Does that make sense? Please check it out for yourself:
Simplicate, Implicate, Complicate
Homo-sapiens became the height of clarity and hilarity
knowledge of sanity at backend of insanity
yet impoverished humanity can’t break parity from disparity
human is in the middle of inhumanity
media show images of construction coming before destruction
leaders use rigged elections or God’s intervention
justifying wars and excusing pollution is our evolution
Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem started off autobiographical but then he thought it worked better as a fictional piece.
And without further ado, here it is:
back in the day never fancied old age
it looked boring as beige
didn’t think future
couldn’t see juncture
no need to worry
don’t have to behave
in an early grave
enter middle-age, rage caged
what now for I’m
fifty years and alive
how used to tell
self no compromise
maybe youth’d empathise
if he’d known my life
after the night he picked up the knife
Here’s a new Folding Mirror poem by Marc Latham that was first published in a weekend day trilogy on the Greenygrey blog.
The trilogy contained sixteen poems and thoughts written while Marc read and reviewed Norman Bissett’s new poetry collection, Painting the Bridge.
The poem particularly refers to those who try to win favours from god with acts of war.
For God’s Sake
If there is a
it gave you
for love of
is that not enough
Trouble with studying something is that people think the negative about it. Study psychology and people think you want to read their minds; study politics and people think you want to be a politician; study zoology and people think you want to be a zoo…or an animal…you know how it is…
Anyway, this little poem by Marc Latham doesn’t mean that he is some kind of clear and calculating communicator, as most people who know him will testify.
It’s just a best policy poem, and in Marc’s experience is possible sometimes, when needed, for short periods, but life would be boring if you thought about everything you said or wrote before releasing it onto the world.
P.S. Only realised after uploading the photo how greenygrey the koala and eucalyptus leaves image is. Eerie!
Quality Words are like
Koala(ity) on a Eucalyptus Tree at Sunset
thoughts enter mind
think how they’ll be perceived
release them when sure
communicate and wait
watch for their reception
think how they’re being decoded
prepare for response
Marc Latham also has his Swan Serenade poem in the Everydaypoets anthology recently published.
This new Folding Mirror poem looks at how we often judge others but expect people not to do the same with ourselves.
We often expect people to see through our behaviour to the core, where there is goodness, and our best side.
But a lot of the time, for whatever reason, and this is totally a part of what makes us human, we also let our bad sides out: sometimes it’s just an urge to be wicked, as the drinks advert celebrates; or some kind of power/greed trip, or family and social histories or pressures.
Some people realise this and try to limit it, or make amends with hindsight, while others just think they have a right to negative actions that impact unfairly upon people, and continue to act that way all their lives without apology.
I Can See Through You, Why Don’t People Understand Me
I know everything about you
from what you present
clothes, words, demographics,
what identifies you
at the core
but nobody gets me
labelled, slurred, ignored,
my life decoded negative
Y am I always misunderstood