the drafter

he draws words like paint shaped on canvas tiny brush strokes of language stories spun from flax stories spun out of gold an alphabet hued in colour like the leaf green then yellow to wine then to earth onto earth into earth there is a word call it drafting a journey-tool of lettered precision he … Continue reading the drafter

what is, if it won’t

what is time if it will not last for me what a waste in the end If I can't hold it what is time to me if it is so fleeting if I take a moment only to find it is gone what is time without a little body it is a spectre that holds … Continue reading what is, if it won’t

what day is this the day is not long but my boredom makes it longer impatient I with the this and the that of my lot I cannot bear to bother and time drags on me the day is not short but my excitement makes the minutes heighten and before I know hours have flown the day is … Continue reading what day is this

waiting westerly

the wind raises its intensity before a change that's full of weather I am lying in the darkness waiting for the rain the stars I watch through a window are swallowed by slow cloud and leave nothing but the restlessness of leaves like me they are waiting the weather westerly © Frank Prem, 2017 April 2017 Poem … Continue reading waiting westerly

why is the magpie the magpie was quietly wardle-ing speaking his thoughts out aloud his theme was the song his ordle to himself focused on why I wardle because … that’s just the way that I am I wardle for the love in my heart that is song and I wardle when I’m alone I wardle when I … Continue reading why is the magpie

turn my coffee if I want my coffee to love me if I want my coffee to hold me my coffee to please me to make my life be easy I’ve got to turn my coffee on ~ I don’t want my coffee bitter, Joe I don’t want my coffee too black no (oh no no) my … Continue reading turn my coffee

dark substance there is a sleep that comes as nighttime weaves around you patterns moving speckled light against the black shadow substance tears away before your hands if you reach to touch it wraps inside the dream a still-shaped form of you patterns move the play unfolds contorted situations show as real but it’s only nighttime … Continue reading dark substance

victory (over hornets) I will take courage in my hand and I will weave it into an armour to drape across my shoulders and to cover arms and legs I will take the earnest of my endeavour and I will beat until it fits my head a helmet through which to see my goal I will be … Continue reading victory (over hornets)