Poetry Blogs (dry)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (1 hour ago)
I stare at you across
the empty, scorched desert
that has appeared so gradually
and so imperceptibly between us.
The mirage that we were has evaporated,
been engulfed in desiccated emotions
now lingering in the vacant space,
hanging like a burning haze,
scorching our skin,
hung out to dry.
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 7:27 am
Let the dreamless boy to cry
If his wish to fly has gone
How his tears going to dry
If he stays far of sun
Ask dreamless boy be awake
That the dream, is a part of us
Tell him: "think of a better talk"
And to change the dark glass
Help dreamless boy to be here
And clear his negative thought
Once he comes to hear or share
He will enjoy to dream in a boat
Monday 15th April 2019 7:25 pm
Many years ago I was intrigued by the appearance on Perth roads of bumper stickers displaying the enigmatic statement that "The Goddess is Dancing". I had no idea what this advertising campaign was all about, so I put together my own preferred explanation.
The Goddess is Dancing
Far from the powdered sand-tracks
in dunes dry beyond ages,
past unwatered acacias
where the wh...
Wednesday 10th January 2018 2:19 am