AM
shhsshshhssh
ind ear
lee mumffled
mairning
missd rise sings
off the creekly
vairlley
co mingo
d air
wit frost n
mistnfog
All confusio
shamfaced
andeye aloof
tink of mema bing dead
n all
PM
And the wind full of outer space...
1 big star
1 small star
ova tree trees
n d night
is snuglyng
setlyng nwit
each home coale scing
foot fawl the skj
dankns cloud hiss
clear jetclaire
but 4 1
long livd
lentamente
spreding
con
tail
jet aeroplain
vi
si
ti
ng
vandles
an ymaginaire blog
(Hobarts Colden Eupraxia)
nel tempo de li dei falsi e bugiardi
If someone were to say that ignorance is a lack of understanding, he is mistaken. Ignorance is the condition of being wretched and beguiled.
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
two poems submitted and rejected
NOTE: These two poems were written on a cold Canberra winter day when the mecury was not into double figures. One in the morning, while talking the dog for a walk, and then in the evening, after work on the walk home from the bus stop.
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