in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
~
what joy
there is a medalist
in the water
at the olympic games
they are timely
these games
of twenty twenty-one
put off
for a year
held –
as though aloof –
amid wave
upon wave
of sickness
they have arrived
just as the poor
wretches
to the north of us
need persuasion
to stay at home
lock-down
has struck
our neighbour
north
and they are struggling
to cope
used
to their freedoms
are the new
south welsh
sport
is acting as opiate
and the masses
are imbibing
and so
am I
sound and movement
speed
and skill
a suggestion
of life
when
all of the world
feels dead
~
Your Australian athletes are doing very well, Frank. It’s a shame that we put so much pressure onours that they can’t live up to their capabilities!
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I enjoyed the opening ceremonies, Frank. I’m not much of a sport watching person. I love your poem, its very uplifting.
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Poetry anyone?
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Thank you for sharing, Jack.
Cheers.
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Thanks for sharing, Michael. Cheers!
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I’m, not really terribly interested in the Olympics though my heart swells with pride at Australia’s success. I was thinking only yesterday how at least Australia has got something right and therefore something other than Lockdowns to talk about A beautiful poem Frank
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It was very timely, Claire, I think.
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