I away

I’m going to lift myself up float myself a river a raft I am going to be a vessel for my thought hardly I contain it float myself away and down stream get on board I’m lifting off now get on board floating! floating! away down the stream © Frank Prem, 2017 December 2017 Poem … Continue reading I away

no poetry on the Bay

no poetry lives on the bay today there are only images to report before they disappear across the sky like the plastic bag last seen it was one hundred feet high and sailing towards Edithvale lifted on the folly of a fickle wind that trailed lightly across green water rippling in easy rhythms of movement … Continue reading no poetry on the Bay