timmy's poetry - 7. Salmagundi

Lovely, tim. I felt the mood of each one. Each day was real... the ups and downs of a week in the life... salmagundi... a great word, and a great interpretation... happy Saturday, buddy... cheers... Gary.... xoxo

I really felt the sense of the journey through the week. Very haiku-esque, capturing that single image or thought. Thursday was way too familiar and Friday made me smile.

Salmagundi - a word I've never come across. WiIl I remember it? Possibly not, but I'm much more likely to remember these poems.
Each day has its own flavour, a snapshot of something that marked it out. Well chosen, relateable things but also unique to you.

Each day a different mood, each a snippet of thought wrought in poetry. Not bad for online mooching on a weekend morning.

I think Salmagundi will stick with me for a while. Your collection of images and snapshots had me thoughtful and smiling by turns. I admire the way you turned your phrases. Some specific thoughts:

Sunday: Though you and I have led very different lives, we share the same feelings about Sunday, especially the afternoons, which mean back to work by Sunday night.

Monday: The sun, that fleeting and infrequent visitor to the cold, white north country, makes us all the more its lovers by its absence. Like the sun, your words brightened my otherwise snowy morning.

Tuesday: "…Like happy friends out on the town" is an image of snowflakes I shall cherish. This is one of your gems.

Wednesday: I enjoy the visit of a good and happy dog.

Thursday: The morning alarm in winter is one of the most trying parts of our modern life experience. My covers aren't thick enough to drown it out, alas. I wish I could join you for that cuppa instead.

Friday: Friday made me grin, both with joy for you and for the love expressed in this Day. "The Devil was in that smile…" was such a wonderful line; as was the very last.

Saturday: And yet you produced one of your frequent poetic masterworks. "…naked maples and evergreens…" are etched into my visual brain. I think you presented your Salmagundi extraordinarily well.

I relate to that. Spent years getting up at 5AM. Never liked Sunday evenings, because Moan-day followed, bringing with it a week of work. Grey skies a plenty in England and summer never comes!

Looking on the brightside we put an end to that, and twenty years of hard labour, for a new life in a new country.

Nice reflections

On 01/29/2017 02:26 AM, Headstall said:

Lovely, tim. I felt the mood of each one. Each day was real... the ups and downs of a week in the life... salmagundi... a great word, and a great interpretation... happy Saturday, buddy... cheers... Gary.... xoxo

Happy Saturday! I wrote each poem on it's title day.. one each day of last week up to this morning. It was fun and kept me working as i haven't been writing much. Glad you enjoyed them.

thanks Gary xo

On 01/29/2017 03:15 AM, Bucket1 said:

I really felt the sense of the journey through the week. Very haiku-esque, capturing that single image or thought. Thursday was way too familiar and Friday made me smile.

Thanks B. They were fun to write. I have to say Friday made me smile too. I had no idea Mike was picking me up.. I asked why, he said Peter is out and you and me got some making up to do. (He meant time, not that we're fighting!) LOL.

On 01/29/2017 03:42 AM, northie said:

Salmagundi - a word I've never come across. WiIl I remember it? Possibly not, but I'm much more likely to remember these poems.

Each day has its own flavour, a snapshot of something that marked it out. Well chosen, relateable things but also unique to you.

I'd written this collection over the past week, one-a-day. I was looking for a word for stew, mishmash for the last poem ... so thesaurus ... oh, what does that mean? Perfect. Salmagundi it was and worked for the title of this collection. Thanks for reading it northie and for your great comments!

xoxoxo

On 01/29/2017 03:59 AM, dughlas said:

Each day a different mood, each a snippet of thought wrought in poetry. Not bad for online mooching on a weekend morning.

Thanks dugh. Well i'd written them over the week. Saturday this morning. But i have a story to write and a chapter to read for someone ... and i just had lunch instead...

thanks again dugh for all of your support

tim xoxo

On 01/29/2017 04:11 AM, Parker Owens said:

I think Salmagundi will stick with me for a while. Your collection of images and snapshots had me thoughtful and smiling by turns. I admire the way you turned your phrases. Some specific thoughts:

 

Sunday: Though you and I have led very different lives, we share the same feelings about Sunday, especially the afternoons, which mean back to work by Sunday night.

 

Monday: The sun, that fleeting and infrequent visitor to the cold, white north country, makes us all the more its lovers by its absence. Like the sun, your words brightened my otherwise snowy morning.

 

Tuesday: "…Like happy friends out on the town" is an image of snowflakes I shall cherish. This is one of your gems.

 

Wednesday: I enjoy the visit of a good and happy dog.

 

Thursday: The morning alarm in winter is one of the most trying parts of our modern life experience. My covers aren't thick enough to drown it out, alas. I wish I could join you for that cuppa instead.

 

Friday: Friday made me grin, both with joy for you and for the love expressed in this Day. "The Devil was in that smile…" was such a wonderful line; as was the very last.

 

Saturday: And yet you produced one of your frequent poetic masterworks. "…naked maples and evergreens…" are etched into my visual brain. I think you presented your Salmagundi extraordinarily well.

Thank you Parker. I'm so happy you enjoyed these. Each thing happened on the it's title day. Each poem what i saw or felt. I'm kinda proud of this collection. It worked and I'm happy. Thanks for your great comments. I love to know what you thought.

tim xoxoxo

On 01/29/2017 04:13 AM, William King said:

I relate to that. Spent years getting up at 5AM. Never liked Sunday evenings, because Moan-day followed, bringing with it a week of work. Grey skies a plenty in England and summer never comes!

 

Looking on the brightside we put an end to that, and twenty years of hard labour, for a new life in a new country.

 

Nice reflections

You should write about that ... moving away to a new place and what it meant. I think that would be a wonderful story. Thank you, William for reading and sharing your thoughts. Love it.

tim xo

Hi tim,
very nice week of poems. I liked each of them, it showed so many facets, someone walks through in a week.
I had to look up the word salmagundi, that was fun, a cool word.
Waking up at five in the morning? *prepare you a cup of tea*
In the winter-darkness it is the hardest. But soon soon it will be spring. Ok, I know there will be February, but nevertheless.
Lyssa

"Staring out the window
at the naked maples and
Evergreens
Trying to sort the salmagundi,
in my mind."
This verse is sumptuous. I read it out loud just to hear it how it sounded, and it's even better than reading it. What I admire so much about your poetry, tim, is the rawness of heart you project into each one. You don't seem to strive to be perfect or scholarly in your presentations, you just put your thoughts out there in verse form for everyone to grab onto. You weave words together in a very organic, natural way and pull your thoughts along like currents of a stream that readers want to ride on. Really fantastic, my friend.

On 01/29/2017 10:13 AM, MacGreg said:

"Staring out the window

at the naked maples and

Evergreens

Trying to sort the salmagundi,

in my mind."

This verse is sumptuous. I read it out loud just to hear it how it sounded, and it's even better than reading it. What I admire so much about your poetry, tim, is the rawness of heart you project into each one. You don't seem to strive to be perfect or scholarly in your presentations, you just put your thoughts out there in verse form for everyone to grab onto. You weave words together in a very organic, natural way and pull your thoughts along like currents of a stream that readers want to ride on. Really fantastic, my friend.

Thanks Mac. My poetry is raw .. once i was really upset with myself my lack of education, the fact i don't write like some other do, scholarly or perfect and i wrote a poem about that. It's here: https://www.gayauthors.org/story/mikiesboy/timmysjournal/46

I can't do it but i've learned, that i dont want to. I just want to be me and write my way. Thank's very much for the wonderful review and your great comments. I truly appreciate the support.

tim

On 01/29/2017 09:53 AM, Reader1810 said:

Brilliant as always.

 

Salmagundi: what a great word! And this definition is kinda cool too https://g.co/kgs/xgKaej

 

As always, nicely done.

Yessss it's a salad of sorts, and a hodgepodge.. and it fit perfectly.

Thanks for reading appreciate it

xoxo

On 01/29/2017 07:31 AM, Lyssa said:

Hi tim,

very nice week of poems. I liked each of them, it showed so many facets, someone walks through in a week.

I had to look up the word salmagundi, that was fun, a cool word.

Waking up at five in the morning? *prepare you a cup of tea*

In the winter-darkness it is the hardest. But soon soon it will be spring. Ok, I know there will be February, but nevertheless.

Lyssa

Yeah it is but my days and hours are changing .. from 5 am. I'll be getting up around 7ish.. working 9 to 5, Sunday to Thurs. So that might be better. And you're right.. spring isnt too far away. Thanks for reading these!!! You're support means a lot to me..

tim xoxo

I don't usually read poetry but the title grabbed me. I LOVED THIS. Truly,I did. It was so relatable, except for the hubby loving (sighs wistfully). I get doggie loving, too and then he goes home with my daughter....and leaves hair. I will have to read this at least once a week... especially on those dreary gray days. And I learned a new word. I'll put it on a post-it note in my cubicle to contemplate during my brain fart moments. Lol. Thank you for the vivid imagery.

On 01/29/2017 04:33 PM, LadyDe said:

I don't usually read poetry but the title grabbed me. I LOVED THIS. Truly,I did. It was so relatable, except for the hubby loving (sighs wistfully). I get doggie loving, too and then he goes home with my daughter....and leaves hair. I will have to read this at least once a week... especially on those dreary gray days. And I learned a new word. I'll put it on a post-it note in my cubicle to contemplate during my brain fart moments. Lol. Thank you for the vivid imagery.

Thank you for your brilliant comments. Thank you. I'm glad you took a chance and read some poetry. I hope you'll dip into some a bit more often...it's good for ya! Yeah, I get you.. Brutus (the dog) is part shepard and golden retriever, there is hair!!

Thank you once again. I'm glad these worked for you.

tim xoxo

My favourite was Friday. I think because I love hearing about you and Michael. Those tales always make me smile
Although for different reasons, I don't like Sundays either.

On 01/31/2017 12:59 PM, LitLover said:

My favourite was Friday. I think because I love hearing about you and Michael. Those tales always make me smile

Although for different reasons, I don't like Sundays either.

I wonder if I'll feel different when I start working Sundays? I'm glad you like Friday, I did!

Thanks so much for reading! Hugs xoxo