he does his best work in pencil fabers derwents staedtlers all serve him well to sketch outlines mark details shade in shapes with shadows and he is drawing a small tree a eucalypt sapling placed off-centre in the bottom third of a sheet of cotton paper the leaves are formed vibrant shade implies their colour … Continue reading sketch
I see you there behind your nose I see you there above your toes hush don’t fret no need to wail I see you there in front of your tail what’s this what’s this oh woe and grief I see you there behind your te © Frank Prem, 2009 170418
every day he goes shopping in the afternoon he can’t go in the morning it takes a long time to wake up these days the burden of a shower is an exhaustion that lasts beyond the towel beyond a shave beyond the donning of a singlet and putting on his outdoor shorts he’ll lean awhile … Continue reading shopping (every day)
there is a storm raging across the heavens I see the dark destructive clouds gather swarm and rumble wind gusts with the lash of driven rain I feel the cut I wear the blows and still I stand I in the temple of my home I stand inside the doors no room for storms rage rage rage … Continue reading I on solid ground
In September 2016, I decided I would take a shot at doing a poem each day for a month. I've done this type of exercise before with good, but mixed, results. At the time (end of August) I felt I was writing well enough and would perhaps benefit from the discipline of producing an acceptable … Continue reading Top 10 for 2016 – from the Poem-a-day Collection (Part A)
waiting the clouds are grey massing above us filling the horizon away to the west lightning untranslated semaphore is sending messages of what the heavens have in store if only I could understand them the signals flying all around me in the telegraph line that is the air but I am blind I cannot see … Continue reading interpreting signals
the music is the ponderous jaunty slow-time of a carnival organ a pair of bears upright dance in a small arena of children parents two shuffled paces then each raises a hind-leg leans forward touches paws with the other cheek-to-cheek and mouths open turn their faces to the audience half-skirt and flower hat yellow baggy … Continue reading a touch from a dancer
all right all right the leader said all those of you who do not know the way make a line make a line there make a line come up close come up close come up closer take a tail in your mouth but do not bite it I said a tail in your mouth but … Continue reading an unsuccessful journey towards the promised land
The good folk at The Drabble have given me a lovely Christmas gift by publishing one of my Way Poems – #17 the island, today.
Thank you Drabblers, I am delighted.
The Way poems were a little set that arose rather loosely from a consideration of Tao and the way it might be seen to work in different scenarios, and it’s lovely to see one of them in print.
By Frank Prem
the current calls
will you carry me
unfurl your sail
then let us drift together
beneath the sun
the lazy breeze
knows me well
and to where I’m bound
raise a little wake
that I might feel the salt
as though we sail
my friend the breeze
has riffled my shirt
let’s circle once
broken on a shoal
then tell the breeze
that I am ready
to ride the current
and her sweet luff
BIO: Frank Prem has self-published three collections of his work, The Book of Evenings (2003), Memoir of a Dog (2008), and Small Town Kid (2009).
I am the secret hidden in the deep of your mind. I am the light dancing pleasure in your eyes. I am the mystery held in the soft curve of your smile. I am the web woven by the beating of your heart. I am the cloak masking thoughts inclined to stray. I am the … Continue reading I am the place