I have lit the firereturnedto bed reflectedoff a glossy surfacein the corridorI watch itred dreaming I waitfor the dancers warmthto reach the bedroombefore I riseto start the day until thenlet the demonscorroborate Iwill watch them ~ Poem #599 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. ______________________________________________________________________________ Would … Continue reading corroboration dance
WW1 nurses having breakfast, on the verandah at the Aboukir Nurses Rest Home, Egypt, ca. 1915 https://trove.nla.gov.au/work/209714522?q=ww1+nurses&c=picture&versionId=230178312 and we bring youour darling girlsto these hotsands and strange places good morning enjoy your breakfast this may bethe lastwhole the lastwholesome for a while ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be notified about changes and developments in my … Continue reading Nurses (2): wholesome
the silence filled with sound I hear the blowflyzzzumming a tweetfrom some small birdis hardly soundat all a lonely Romeooccasionally croakinghas set his home upbeneath a builder’s wrap a black plastic auditoria every now and - croak - then he sounds a heartfeltloneliness even silentthere is the windthat ruffles leavesin treeseverywhere it passes I hear … Continue reading filled with
Day 7 I've been tagged by Mick Canning to choose and feature 7 book covers in 7 days. The covers of books that mean something special to me. This entry is for my Day 7 (and final) cover. Terry Pratchett What a great shame this man was afflicted by a form that scurviest disease of … Continue reading A Book Cover a day for seven days (Day 7). Men at Arms – Terry Pratchett
One of each, today. I've scheduled a new video trailer for Small Town Kid and one for Devil In The Wind to go live on YouTube at 19:00 hours today (GMT + 10). This video is a reading of the poem hating whitey from STK (there comes a time when short back and sides just … Continue reading YouTube Trailer Premiere for Small Town Kid and Devil In The Wind
Day 6 I've been tagged by Mick Canning to choose and feature 7 book covers in 7 days. The covers of books that mean something special to me. This entry is for my Day 6 cover. A Nevil Shute Omnibus. I came across Nevil Shute fairly late and considered him to be too old fashioned … Continue reading A Book Cover a day for seven days (Day 6). A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
he wheeleda barrow-loadof instants he mixeda continuumof moments he'd meltedwith a zepto or twoon a planck laying this mortaras foundationhe placed instant oneinstant two and so on building a wallagainst time ~ Poem #597 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you like to be … Continue reading a wall against
Day 5 I've been tagged by Mick Canning to choose and feature 7 book covers in 7 days. The covers of books that mean something special to me. This entry is for my Day 5 cover. Dune Hands up if you've read all of the books in Dune - prequels and sequels and roads to? … Continue reading A Book Cover a day for seven days (Day 5). Dune – Frank Herbert
Another very fine review of Devil In The Wind, by Claire Tennant (https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100005940706928). This is another post that FB won't allow me to share from Goodreads because of offensive content. Pretty amazing what's going on over there. These reviews are so very important, and I know that folk often feel it is not their place … Continue reading Devil In The Wind – Goodreads Review by Claire Tennant
A final stroll through my poetry archives by Sally Cronin at Smorgasbord Blog Magazine.
This time she has uncovered a poem that was written while I was, myself, in the act of uncovering. A thickly painted piece of magnificent Victorian Ash – a majestic tree, tall and straight hardwood.
This wood was acquired from a salvage yard after it had done service for many yeard=s as seating around the sides of a now demolished Council Swimming Pool.
I love this wood and used the occasion of its uncovering to create a poem in celebration.
Once again, I thank Sally for her support. SHe runs a brilliant blog and is a prolific and excellent writer in her own right.
Scootch across and take a look at this poem, but at the rest of her place as well. It’s a true smorgasbord, over there.
Welcome to the series Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.
If you would like to know how it works here is the original post:https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/
Frank Prem is an Australian author with two collections of poetry that describe his childhood growing in a small town… and the second, the dreadful wildfire that rapidly engulfed communities and took many lives. Both of which I have read and can recommend. I am delighted to be allowed to sample his archives to share with you.
In June 2017, Frank posted a poem a day.. and so I have chosen the poems he posted on this day and then the subsequent poems that correspond to his posts here…
stripping by Frank Prem June 25th 2017
beneath the paint
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