the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner
The camera shot me as I am And not as I had been – Was like the grass in time of drought Before rain turned it green. The bird appeared to be my friend Before he fell on me The ocean was azure blue - Dirt floated to the sea. As I recounted photos, past, … Continue reading Of character a face can tell
It happened.finally.only yesterday I realised whyFires burned day and nighta day at the cinema changed my lifewe came home that day to a shell of a placepossessions lost – distraught, defaced.The rest of the war spent in another’s armsoutside London on a bourgeois farm.but where to now – a Southern Hemisphere yard?where brown grass turns … Continue reading Lucky
You are the bird with a whisperthat flaps before speaking The yellow blossoms of wattlethat grow in the Spring The hibiscus in summerthat blooms, unexpected and the hours of shadethat help to protect it and when I see colourI think only of you ‘cos you are the rainbowafter the rain the white cloud with sunshine … Continue reading the bird with a whisper
He lay in loudest silence The light outside was dim In transience this moment Was a moment unto him The lamp-post seemed so distant The road it navigated – far Reaching to the end – He stretched his arm out There you are He’d travelled quite a distance His son was by his side Thoughts … Continue reading Goodbye
Her supple hand touched the breeze The ladybird purged pests with ease His cherubic cheek brushed her arm The cattle egret eats the bug (alarmed) Farmland of languid lucid flocks She sensed the scene from far away A chance to laugh and love and learn Her time had come to reach (to yearn) Events – … Continue reading Simple moments
I went to the vets this afternoon. An innocent visit that I thought would take a few minutes, maybe a little longer. I left their rooms feeling robbed. Blatantly. Completely. I drove away a fool. You see, we are all consumers - receiving goods and services from others who we consider 'experts' in their field. … Continue reading I was robbed
Like a building block in life’s creation I gesture for the train It keeps on going – faster even as it draws ever closer – then... Whoosh! It’s gone – I stand in solace what now but wait for time to pass It seems like an eternity I sit and think and sit... and sit … Continue reading eternal now
Deepened feelings saddened faces lost success in lonely places a winner’s mood in far off spaces humility and youthful graces it is her time achievement fated from childhood for this she’s waited emotion lost emotion found fifteen thousand in the round a trophy – heavy – hard to carry ergo will do well to tarry … Continue reading Naomi
I was publishing another poem when I thought I may have neglected those who like to hear and read prose from time to time. As I sit here Down Under, on Australia Day, my thoughts go to Theresa May, who may think she hasn't a friend in the world.
Whilst standing on the promenade a pod of toothed whales is seen on the beach – elsewhere a dam is giving birth to a foal the mortal mind within man shouts aloud from the pier preying to Him for an eternal soul the croc feeds on cattle the hippo capsizes a boat – there’s surprise … Continue reading Our own fascination
