Yesterday I received an email containing an invitation to submit to a competition. One of the categories was for poetry. Now I do not enter competitions* and I do not think I write poems but I do write words that can look like them. And as I was hanging around not sure what to do next I decided to submit one of the things I had. I came across SO SAID THE SAP and decided to use it. Doing so also reminded me where I had got the title for the blog and what it had meant at the time.
I also listened to the recording of the words on Bandcamp and if anyone is interested they can be heard on there by using the following link https://sheilakcameron.bandcamp.com/album/so-said-the-sap
I have moved the selection of spoken words to which they belong (there are 30 items) to first place on the Bandcamp page for easy access. The image - a collage - which goes with it can be viewed there. It was also included in another post on this site but (again for ease of access) I may as will include it at the foot of this one
I have moved the selection of spoken words to which they belong (there are 30 items) to first place on the Bandcamp page for easy access. The image - a collage - which goes with it can be viewed there. It was also included in another post on this site but (again for ease of access) I may as will include it at the foot of this one
SO SAID THE SAP
These words
May not
Be heard
As rap
But they
Were written
By a sap
Who could not see
That need and greed
Can oft times quell
True love's appeal
Who could not see
That what they saw
Was victim of
Their deepest flaw
A tendency to keep
Repeating
What they had
When four or more
Around that time
The date's not
clear
But what they got
Was stark - a fear
Of losing what
They had and
whether
Light or dark
The fear was bad
Or bad enough
To find a place
In everything
They did - a trace
Of fear ran through
Their every move
And kept them tied
To anxious mood
To hesitating
Stepping back
Scared of falling
Off the track
That others rode
With engines stoked
With words of love
Of praise of hope
That all would play
out
Good and true
That what they had
Would see them
through
But being sap
Does not require
To also breathe
A bitter fire
Upon all those
Who have it good
Although a bit more
Sharing would
Improve the lot
Of those who feel
They never got
Their early needs
Met in ways
That set them free
Of fear - the sort
I'm citing here
So said the sap
The day they found
Love does not
always
Leap and bound
To fill the heart
And head with joy
Sometimes its crap
And but a ploy
To satisfy the
selfish needs
Which found a place
When grief
destroyed
Those tender
moments
Soft and kind
Which we all need
If we're to find
Within ourselves
A peace of mind
*A correction. I did inadvertently (one of my favourite words) enter TWO INCHES TALL in the Spoken Word category of the Independent Music Awards and it was - remarkably - successful. But that was a long time ago in 2012
