A Poem a Day in September: #30
Woolshed you are loud
you SHOUT
like an angry man
drunk
on the mead
of mountain water
I will not close with you
I hold no trust
no good faith
you are a belligerence
held too loosely
a hungry waterfall
you
white-water spume
your testosterone
flings froth into the air
to catch and to coat
anyone
everyone
drag them
down
beneath you
arrogant beast
you wait
you just wait
as I can wait
until the summer
takes your spunk away
then I will kick
my feet in your waters
I will cross you with a step
from rock to rock
puny
little stream
© Frank Prem, 2016
Poem #31: there – at the gorge
Photo credits: Leanne Murphy
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Hi Frank I nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award, if you want to participate you can check the post here: https://formuchdeliberation.wordpress.com/2016/09/26/sunshine-blogger-award/
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Hi Marts.
Thank you so much for the consideration, but I’ll decline, I’m sorry.
I don’t really have a head for dealing with blogging awards and their implications, and don’t really feel I’m a proper blogger, if truth be told.
However, because I do consider it an honour, I’ll visit the link and answer questions as best I can.
Cheers,
Frank
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