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Poetry

YOUR LOT – POEM

Some days I really don’t know if a poem works or not.  Comments below most welcome YOUR LOT Pillars of salt arise from retrospective tears white statues haunting eluding every sense breath blood passion and pain only exist in the now in today Yesterday offers unquenchable thirst Today presents champagne A few hours later the last few lines have been ... Read More »

LOVE LIKE RAIN – POEM

Last year I wrote a few poems for submission to be included in the Dragonian Series by Adrienne Woods.  One was selected, this is one of the others on the topic of unconditional love. LOVE LIKE RAIN Love like rain gives and gives and gives Without question or condition Falling on undeserving barren ground Feeding the seeds of scattered dreams ... Read More »

Stars and vacuums – poem

It’s not deliberate but each poem since the loss of Bowie has been inspired by him.  My aunt Carmie sent a link to Lorde’s performance at the Brit awards, where she sang Life on Mars.  Not over familiar with her music I continued to listen to more, then wrote this Stars and Vacuums Do you see what I see? Do ... Read More »

Beyond Words and Music – David Bowie Tribute

I knew you by the shape of the air you left behind It couldn’t hold your essence Couldn’t fit within the mind I knew you in the silence the pause between the notes Free beyond the music It rises and it floats Words may awe and dazzle birth thought to voice and form but that is not the way you ... Read More »

David Bowie tribute poem – Shine on Blackstar

If I could escape mental chains rigid with rust Discover elements which rise and combust Only then could I honour Bowie the man but he is a blackstar and I simply am All that I have Is my black lump of coal To burn for the one who ignites the soul Until fire turns to ashes and, ashes to dust ... Read More »

Starman waiting in the sky – coming to terms with a world without Bowie

Outside the world of instant communication, David Bowie was still alive in my world, the day after his death.  On our road trip, drought parched Karoo scenery assaulted my field of vision, myriad deaths surrounded me, brown grass bereft of life, skeletal antelope, warthog brave with hunger grazed on bended knee.  Bowie was still alive in this world, his death had ... Read More »