three presentations

A Poem a Day in September: #33 1 surround yourself in silence for preference don something black stand in the sharpness of a spotlight say nothing until it’s right say nothing until a few words just a few words then hold again quite still don’t move until the room is shushed at you say it … Continue reading three presentations

there – at the gorge

A Poem a Day in September: #31 Inspired by the pastel painting: View from Spring Creek Bridge by Leanne Murphy did I once swim in that sweet pool where a rose-blush lies upon the honey and laughter bubbles the white water under the curtain shelf of the little waterfall was that a glimpse of me … Continue reading there – at the gorge

Woolshed in Spring

A Poem a Day in September: #30 Woolshed you are loud you SHOUT like an angry man drunk on the mead of mountain water I will not close with you I hold no trust no good faith you are a belligerence held too loosely a hungry waterfall you white-water spume your testosterone flings froth into … Continue reading Woolshed in Spring

axeman: daily: the splits

there are hard ones there are soft ones there are cross-grains and rotten cores the splitter bites the splitter rings the splitter shatters eucalypt rounds far and wide one by one the blocks are transformed from backyard eminence into firewood I stop to catch a breath and size the task the next round a large one? or … Continue reading axeman: daily: the splits

who will leave you clean

A Poem a Day in September: #28 I have caused the rain I have brought the tempest I have made the wind blow stray webs and loose threads before it listen to the storm the wolf is howling hear the deep low rumbled roar that is me so patter little raindrops wave and sway lithe tree … Continue reading who will leave you clean

how rain starts

A Poem a Day in September: #27 as though the thought had conjured the deed the first drop fell soon the metal roof was performing the raindrop song and the sound had both a beat and innate rhythms of a driven downpour but slowed and slowed slowed so the tune could emerge in staccato one-beats … Continue reading how rain starts

a journey of raindrops

A Poem a Day in September #26 when they fall they begin from the bottom of the top soaring gliding flying colliding avoiding riding they stop their fall a dead halt when they strike the top pounding smashing splatting rebounding soaking landing where the earth meets the sky they journey no more © Frank Prem, … Continue reading a journey of raindrops