12 months, 400 poems: nova today

A short note before today’s poem.

Today marks 12 months completed since I began writing ‘A Poem a Day’, 400 poems ago with a little fire dance poem.

I originally intended to aim for a month, but so enjoyed the discipline of writing and the feedback I received from readers that I pushed on (and on). It feels amazing to have come so far while keeping to what I think (and hope) has been a good standard of writing.

My aim at the moment is to push on until the end of the calendar year so I have a set running from 1st January to 31st December, but I find I’m running out of puff a little bit and may not get that far.

We shall see!

In the meantime, Spring is in the air. Thank you for reading.

nova today


the first plum white
is a starburst
on the tree

every branch
is a suspense
of waiting
for the right sun
the right day

for the right buzz
of the right bee

can stand no more
no more
no more waiting

and the plum tree
is star bursts

is nova

© Frank Prem, 2017

September 2017 Poem #1: sell the sky


atomic hail and shine

small hail
is leap
and bounding
on the path
that leads to the washing line

leap and bounding
on the grass
that bears its mild beating well

what else
can it do

and as quickly
as this chaos
of bouncing white
(like atoms
in urgent search
of collision)
has begun
so it has ended

and the cloud
that no further need
has emptied
moves on
leaving the sun behind
to shine

© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #34: sun lover

ride day

a saddle
on the sun
and let’s go
the sky

black above
and blue below
yee-ha yee-ha

in your hands
hold your legs

your hat on

you better
put your hat on now

and ride
we’ll ride
right across the sky
ride in a saddle
on a star
we’ll ride
our star yee-ha

yee-ha yee-ha

climb aboard
somewhere near
of the eastern sky

ride all day
into the west
yee-ha again

we’ll let the sun
go to bed
and keep ourselves
a memory
of the day we rode

yee-ha yee-ha

© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #33: atomic hail and shine

free (for a little while)

and in a little while
a little while
the sun
has cleared the edge and fluff
of concealing clouds
that billow
and blow
around the sky
as though possessors
license checkers
or taxing agents placing a tariff
on the sunlight
and enforcing rations
for such
is the mentality
of the colour grey
in the season

in a little while
just now
in fact
the sun
has found an edge
and light
that casts a golden hue
on green
a glisten
on remnant drops
left behind
by last night’s rain
and suddenly the day
is cool spring
and no longer
cold winter

in a little while
for a little while
the day
is made available
to you
and to me
at no cost at all
without restriction on availability
a little while

© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #32: ride day

becoming (Bella Bear)


I once made
a little bear

cut the fur
against a pattern

material tufts

straying hair

bulbous outlines
I failed to recognize

inside out
and each edge
another edging

little pins
and little pins

and enjoined
by the detail
of close stitching

stray pieces
of random fluff
then filled
to make a body

a mouth
a nose
and eyes

a face
new born

so Bella Bear

as though she always

© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #31: free (for a little while)

two voices (tired)

I’m tired enough to want to sleep

he’s tired enough to want some sleep

tired enough to want to keep

tired enough that he wants to keep

my eyes shut tight all through the night

his eyes closed

eyes closed tight until the light comes

his eyes closed

tonight’s the night to sleep right through

tonight’s the night if he sleeps right through

tonight I’ll sleep the morning too

he’ll sleep beyond the morning too

I’m tired enough I’ll be there so long

he’s tired

only open up in the light of dawn

he’s so tired

I’m tired


so tired

sweet sleep

I wish tonight be filled to the top

fill it up to the brim

with sleep

to sleep

precious sleep

sleep sleep sleep

I’m tired enough           (enough)
I’ll close my eyes           (close your eyes)
so tired           (tired tired)
enough           (it is enough)
close my eyes           (so close your eyes)
I’ll sleep           (now to sleep)
only sleep           (only slee…)

© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #30: tba

driving the wide range

it’s been a long week
it’s been a long day
but I’m home at last
and I just want
to get out
and drive
and drive
across the greensward
like there’s never
going to be an end to it

and there’s a bit of daylight left
so it’s not too late
do you want come along
we’ll go out
and get on
and get started
then we’ll drive
and we’ll drive
across the greensward

feel the wind in your hair
as we’re getting up speed
hold on
hold on
I’m going to swing us both
around a corner

can you feel the Husqy
like I feel
the Husqy roaring

we’ll slash the grass
and blow the long day
and all the long week

just like clearing out cobwebs

I’m going to drive
and drive the backyard
cut my greensward
until it’s lawn again
and I’ll clear my head

just driving

© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #29: two voices (tired)

Woolshed walk: a journey of cows


there is a message
in the sky

the great white tail
against the blue

we must follow

every one of us
must follow

who knows
the greener pastures lie

who knows where
the great one
of the sky
wants us to be right now

we must follow

as though the white
is leading us

a shining path


© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #27: to achieve the silence (of a violin)