like rain

from above there is little to note his progress is steady as though slowly moving through snow from below silver white in an expanse flecked with continent shapes that stretch seemingly forever occasional blue patches glimpsed momentarily then swallowed up again it is when on the level plane looking across that he is revealed his … Continue reading like rain

diving in the petrified sea

the doctors donned their diving bells and stethoscopes probed the wreck finger-tapped for echoes they fossicked through the slurried dregs of his old battlefield found nothing but absent sounds deep down in the hard-lung forest of no-man’s air while we watched the old man drowning one shallow breath at a time © Frank Prem, 2011

making home

I will away from here into the easy breeze unravel a silk trail behind I’ll fly to find a new anchor | ....| ........| ...........| ..............| ............| ..........| ........| ...........| ..............| .................| ...............| ............| .........| ......| ...| .| ...| ......| ...| .| oh my shining line my gossamer I see where I have been but … Continue reading making home

a contact for astro-man

he's like an astro-man at the wireless sending messages into the sky waiting for a contact from far away places he’s never been but believes in with a fervour like religion a kind of mania that drives him every night even when the sounds start out with the oooo-eeee-oooo that hints there'll be nothing out … Continue reading a contact for astro-man