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Poetry

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 »

The Sky Is Everywhere – Book Review

Encountering echos of a theme or thought, feels like reinforcement.  Layers being put in place, creating a pattern and a sense of order.  It seems significant when a visible thread links chance encounters.  Once I came across 3 different references to Socrates and his bowl of hemlock in about as many days, if I were superstitious I would probably have ... Read More »

RIP BRONWEN – POEM

This morning we are going to Clifford’s friend Bronwen’s funeral, she was tragically killed in a car accident.  Just weeks ago while we were staying in the Natal Midlands, Clifford took Fjord to Pietermaritzburg Museum where Bronwen worked as a curator.  She took him on a personal tour of the museum and he came home awed with all that he ... Read More »

Breaking Bad – Poem

BREAKING BAD Every internal string Wound unbearably tight Stretched and aching Poised for flight Would that a hand could strum tension from the fibre release a note of music from strained to breaking wire Read More »