Poetry Blogs (Rejoice)
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This poem follows from my earlier work "Wet", set in the city of Cairns, Far North Queensland. Having reached the place, the next challenge is to figure out how to survive in the prevailing weather conditions: 100 percent humidity and massive daily rainfall. Air conditioning helps, somewhat.
Summer was the waiting for the Wet:
On Water Street, old Queenslanders
Friday 1st December 2017 4:31 am
Do you every get that giddy feeling?
Like a child who just woke up on Christmas morning
looking at the presents that Santa brought.
Or like a student who just auditioned for her schools’s play,
and now is waiting for the cast list to be posted.
Yah, I do too.
It’s a wonderful feeling of hope and desire.
It’s driving at 70 mph with the windows down on an open road.
Thursday 8th December 2016 6:46 pm
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm