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weirdelf
weirdelf
Jun 11, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

My soul won't fit my body



What do you do?
No, really,
what do you do
when your soul won’t fit your body?

I gallop with pooka,
fly with kooka,
get drunk,
fall in love,
write poetry.

I have to 'cos
my soul won't fit my body


 


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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

interesting...

kind of evokes Dr. Seus, which I get to read for my kids.I love the concept and rhythm, as offbeat as it is. What's pooka and kooka?
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

pooka and kooka

Pooka is an Irish faerie horse that traps the rider on its back and drowns them. They are not always evil but always mischievous. Kooka is short for Kookaburra, one of my... um symbol animals? Totem? Again, pure mischief. 8)
C

Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

thanks

excellent, I take it Pooka is from a story / fable, etc.?
J

James

17 years 9 months ago

I like this poem very much,

I like this poem very much, it has serious subject matter but a real sparky quality to it. Have you ever read Shel Silverstein? I got a real feel of that from this poem, like comically mystical.
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

17 years 9 months ago

I still haven’t figured

I still haven't figured out the answer to that question (with the exception of writing poetry, but then that is my solution to everything) but I like your solution! Always, Cat
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 9 months ago

ta James, Cat

haven't read shel silverstein, poet? Cat, I think I need a new solution, getting a bit tired of falling in love and getting drunk, poetry never fail though. cheers, Jess
Rob Graber

Rob Graber

17 years 9 months ago

"Funky"

Reminds me of 60s-70s John Sebastian or Paul Simon. I find it a very effective write, reminding me of the time our little girl burst out, "I can't bear to contain myself!"
weirdelf

weirdelf

17 years 9 months ago

ah well

put it down to Peter Pan syndrome cheers, Jess
A

Ashfae

17 years 9 months ago

Went back to read the

Went back to read the original too; this is much improved. Love the pooka mention, not enough people know about those nowadays. I like this but I sort of want more. What's it feel like, to have a soul that doesn't fit? Where do the edges rub raw?
B

barbsdad2003

17 years 9 months ago

You've posted here my new ...

favorite of all your works. Thanx, Chuck PS: Though if I'd written it (I wish I had), I'd have left out the comma after the do; it's just not needed there ... and causes, I think, unnecessary rhythm/flow interference/disturbance.
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

17 years 9 months ago

Jess

Read some of Shel Silverstein's "Where the Sidewalk Ends" to get a feel for his style. This piece is reminiscent of the work that I remember from him. I like it and wish that I could write these light-toned, deeper-themed pieces! Do have to agree with Chuck about that comma. It is just sort of hanging there, doing nothing important. Poor little fellow looks a little lost. Best, ~ Ronda
Seren

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Jess

Smiles for miles I loved this one ... my tour through time has ended for this night ... I am off to create fuck knows what ... lol ;) love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

fuck nose wot?

its one of my favourites, ta Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible