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    The Bluffton Oyster Company and the May River


    The Poet of Bluffton

    I've now written a book here in Bluffton,
    Okatee if the truth be told;
    A manila envelope I tucked it in,
    Marked "Don't Mutilate or Fold."

    Half-a-hundred poems were contained therein,
    Not one of them ever was sold.
    But if one is the poet of Bluffton,
    Poems often lie gathering mold.

    I sent it off to that city of sin,
    Up in the northeast where it's cold;
    Waited and waited in Bluffton,
    That's now over Okatee rolled.

    Now we've come to style it Greater Bluffton —
    The May and New rivers enfold.
    The lowest of low country we're living in,
    Where most of the young are quiet old,

    Though most of the old are not fat but thin,
    And most of our crooks are paroled.
    They're strolling down Calhoun Street in Bluffton —
    Real estate increasing fourfold.

    The Church of the Cross stands the bluff upon;
    Out windows the faithful behold
    The glory of our beautiful Bluffton,
    Blue waters and islands of gold.

    Of all of the places I've ever been,
    And of all the drivel I've scrolled,
    When I think of this place we call Bluffton,
    I think of all its poems untold.


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    Last edited by John Wertz; 01-30-2016, 09:39 AM.

  • #2
    I love how you're playing with the sounds in this one:

    Bluffton/tucked it in
    therein/Bluffton
    of sin/Bluffton
    Greater Bluffton/we're living on (perhaps, living in, to maintain the consistency?)
    but thin/Bluffton
    bluff upon/Bluffton
    ever been/Bluffton

    I sent it off too that city of sin, (sent it off to that city of sin)

    —really masterfully woven with the meter matched nicely as well as the proximal rhyming going on.

    In its entirely, The Poet of Bluffton put a smile on my face (and, I hope his collection of poems is published!)

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    • #3
      I was back and forth with living in/ living on. Think you are probably right. Too to - yes thanks, I'm the worst proof reader of my own stuff.

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      • #4
        Oh I do like this one. My great uncle Old Buffer he told many a story, he would have liked it to.

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        • #5
          Thanks much divot.

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          • #6
            I liked the small town feel to this... and I think if you expanded upon that theme, you might have have something like a modernized Shropshire Lad. Roger Zelazny used excerpts from it in The Last Defender of Camelot, and I enjoyed both.

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            • #7
              I have not read so much of Housman and Zelanzny not at all (maybe I need to fix that) but I have been reading English writers and writing some pieces with English themes lately. That might be what is creeping in.

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              • D.F.Russell
                D.F.Russell commented
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                This from a Shropshire Lad (pastorals) and used by Zelazny in one of short stories... difficult to blend Sci Fi and a pastoral well

                Housman can seem facile, but some of what he did is quite good.

                FROM far, from eve and morning
                And yon twelve-winded sky,
                The stuff of life to knit me
                Blew hither: here am I.

                Now—for a breath I tarry
                Nor yet disperse apart—
                Take my hand quick and tell me,
                What have you in your heart.

                Speak now, and I will answer;
                How shall I help you, say;
                Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
                I take my endless way.

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              • #9
                The Church of the Cross and Bluffton's shrimping and oystering fleet.

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                • #10
                  Masterful! Anetta

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                  • #11
                    John. I like everything about this poem. Great job with the community theme

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                    • John Wertz
                      John Wertz commented
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                      Thanks much cc, Glad you enjoyed.

                  • #12
                    It's got that small town feel to it. It's folksy. I like it, John. It has that old country wisdom and sweet as syrup feel to it. 'We might be a bunch of small town hicks, but you city boys got nuthin' on us.' With the new rivers, I'm feeling a little battle of the banjos 'Deliverance' thing going on here.

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                    • John Wertz
                      John Wertz commented
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                      I'm a carpetbagging transplant here. Should mention the Bluffton was the absolute hotbed of the Confederacy, and is still a quirky little burg.
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