set my lure send my call fill the air with the scent of me and that is all ~ wait patient I wait the night is long the dark is deep I trust my lure and I trust my bait come to me come to me I sing the song come to me oh come … Continue reading siren (is all)
From my new Seventeen Syllable Poetry blog. we who stand in the path of the storm may flare our lightning roar thunder ~
tonight I eat the roasted meat gifted me by the friend who strayed from his herd to fall beneath my spear charred and brown hot juices soak my beard where do you come from beast friend I found you and slew you I cut you down with reverence in my heart but where were you … Continue reading the search for truth
his middle eye is focused on something still to come his other one is watching us with one ear he’s listening the other is not here his lips are murmuring whispers of what will be what will be of what has been a gesture an incantation tics and twitches and shouts and screams birthing rites … Continue reading oracle midwife (cubist morning : picasso day)
Concluding the retrospective posts, I had in mind to showcase a few poems from the Drought/Lagoon collection. When I came to look at it, however, I found it troubling reading (again) and I found I didn't wish to focus on a set that was quite so grim, especially immediately after the Surviving the Devil set yesterday. … Continue reading Top 5 – Mythologically inspired poems
The good folk at The Drabble have given me a lovely Christmas gift by publishing one of my Way Poems – #17 the island, today.
Thank you Drabblers, I am delighted.
The Way poems were a little set that arose rather loosely from a consideration of Tao and the way it might be seen to work in different scenarios, and it’s lovely to see one of them in print.
Cheers,
Frank
By Frank Prem
boat
the current calls
will you carry me
unfurl your sail
then let us drift together
beneath the sun
the lazy breeze
knows me well
and to where I’m bound
~
boat
raise a little wake
for me
that I might feel the salt
and spray
as though we sail
for pleasure
my friend the breeze
has riffled my shirt
and you
are steadfast
~
boat
let’s circle once
this island
the surf
broken on a shoal
the harbor
then tell the breeze
that I am ready
to ride the current
and her sweet luff
home
BIO: Frank Prem has self-published three collections of his work, The Book of Evenings (2003), Memoir of a Dog (2008), and Small Town Kid (2009).
well I have been away joe-campbel-ling back through the years and stars and drawings of by shamen and potsherds of the mother the scattering of osiris I have been away campbell-ambling from the bang wading through the cosmos with the bodies of jesus and mary at light speed still trying to rise to heaven and … Continue reading a mythfit ambling
I am the girl who spread her wings in the treetops I am the girl who has tamed the wind for flight it was me you saw I was the one blocked the stars out I am the girl who’s just like a bird and I fly ~ I am the girl swims like a … Continue reading who is the girl/boy
I spoke to the sky I am ANGRY is what I called I am ANGRY I shouted from my heart in every inflection I placed rage stamped my feet hard upon the ground waved both my fists at the air clenched as hard as I could hold them OH OH OH how I am ANGRY I … Continue reading way poem #18: in anger
boat the current calls will you carry me unfurl your sail then let us drift together beneath the sun the lazy breeze knows me well and to where I’m bound ~ boat raise a little wake for me that I might feel the salt and spray as though we sail for pleasure my friend the … Continue reading way poem #17: boat to the island
