2014-07-30
Rage was the new fuel source the world over.

2014-03-23
As long as it's not flatulutin! 😜😜😜

2014-03-23
Or not at all
Don't take a fall
When you hear that final call.

2014-03-23
Oh so many, indeed, my friend.

2014-03-05
Still hoping! 👍👍👍

2014-03-02
Hah! Enticing title. The body did not disappoint either.
You are coming into your own element buddy! Free your poetic spirit, mate!

2014-03-02
Random poetic thoughts woven in delicate beauty.

2014-03-02
Sounds like a perfect night!

2014-02-14
Hauntingly beautiful, tinged with sadness and an emerging emotional strength. Thanks for sharing.

2014-02-13
Sounds far removed from your faith journey years ago at the turn of the century. I have always meant to ask you how that is coming along, your spiritual life, that is. ☺

2014-01-15
And what will youthful sorrows sing
When grown up summons ring?
Emotions are as reliable as sundials
On a cloudy day and a moonlit night.
A deeply searching write!
An excellent start to this new poetic year!

2013-12-26
Just before spring it shall all seem possible...again.
👌👍✔️✔️✔️😄❄️❄️❄️

2013-12-23
'Old chook,' rofl, classic mate! She must be a fine lady, that one! 😄👍

2013-12-23
Oh, hey CW... the play was well executed and seriously stunning.
I've over the years mastered the much underrated art of the silent sigh.

2013-12-22
To me the pursuit of poetry/writing is as much as conquering thought as it is the releasing of the mind. Good to be reading you again. How is your blogging coming along?

2013-12-21
That's why the have the mountain goats resettlement proviso. They've got their own nature reserves and national parks. :-)

2013-12-19
There is much more to this than I dare delve into; much like a social protest- scathing eloquently.

2013-12-19
The right key unlocks everything within, if only we could cut duplicates!

2013-12-19
Hope it finds its mark, this splendid prayer.

2013-12-17
Wow. That packs a punch.

2013-12-15
So true and often forgotten in practice. A perfect reminder!

2013-10-17
Therein lies strength and the kernel of genuine love. One of life's great paradoxes. Hope all is well.

2013-10-15
Help me to remember, then maybe I could find my way back home... Stunning!

2013-10-15
Much enjoyed the twist in the last line, Thomas. thanks for sharing.

2013-10-15
All the different reds - crimson, vermillion, rose, wine, blazing sunset colours... Evocative!

2013-10-15
Itching to see this performed live, Phill.
Also got the idea for a minimalist, experimental theatre treatment, on a revolving stage (preferably) to move between sets and change props with ease.
Lol. Sorz, just got excited.

2013-10-09
Story of my life dude. Lol.
Just last week I had several good lines that I hadn't jotted down.
Now I can't even reconstruct them!
But as you have aptly said, we embark on a grand journey...
That in itself is poetry - the way we live our days.

2013-10-08
Tempestuous and rambunctious imagery: very effective.
A quiet unsettling of the emotions results... The blizzard brought vicariously to life.

2013-10-08
A beauty I cannot fully describe but can totally share and revel in. I have of late the opportunity to reunite with my now matured father. He being in his 70s and I pushing to numbers I have never conceived or scarce prepare for. And then many of life's singular moments stepped forward and made sense, without aid of word or image or gesture. Again, beautiful.

2013-10-08
Hey Thomas, long time....
I imagine how the rain painted their day :-)

2013-10-08
Ah, indeed! I however lived within the madness of Van Gogh and ventured out into the light of Cézanne. I came back to the comfort of the shadows of bright screaming flowers...

There is so much to unwrap in this powerful poem!

2013-10-08
Oh for the giddy freedom of uncertainty
and for the frivolity of chance! What a realisation:
liberty abounds, first of all with our mental assent.
Splendid share kind sir.

2013-09-27
H-A-I-K-U-!-!-!
The image of unwashed vessels are burnt into my mind!

2013-09-27
Intriguing. Rhyme scheme wasn't your best but the concept and treatment of theme was well worth the read. More power, man. Laters.

2013-09-27
I am loving the unapologetic yet unexaggerated "darkist" realism in many of your poems. This one states almost matter-of-factly without losing dramatic impact. Thanks for sharing.
P.S. I will never ask how you are if I wasn't genuinely listening for a reply, I'm not polite enough to pull that off :-) Cheers! Read you again soon.

2013-09-26
Intriguing in tone and content. It's almost like the reader is taken to the scene, co-sharing the experience!

2013-09-26
Haunting last line. Hard not to relate to.
There are voices of one's youth that are now just ghosts in the mind. And far too many words once written are now truly lost. Thanks for sharing.

2013-09-12
Ah, I wonder with curiosity how this fared, set to music!

2013-08-31
We live in a noisy world, 7B voices, not counting the voices of those who have gone before us whose words take flight anew in books, broadcasts, word of mouth, and corporate think tanks: in that environment quoting can seem like a less useful thing, a relic almost of the past.

2013-08-31
An interesting take on "ships passing in the night:"

The idiom is written in Tales of a Wayside Inn, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in 1863. He pretty much explains what I just said, which shows the current meaning of the phrase has remained intact for nearly 150 years:

"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."

2013-08-31
Like ships in the night! Marching orders... okay, cast off and sail!

2013-08-31
Spot on!

2013-08-31
Spot on!

2013-08-27
Speak it out and share the insight. Thanks for posting! So good to be reading you again :-)

2013-08-26
I sometimes feel I may be blind,
or just afraid of what others see.
And what I speak or see or think
is never what they reckon it should be.
I am careful, vigilant, and repressed
Coz in their light I am forever undressed.

2013-08-26
When I left home the first Christmas after was a killer. I learned later, much much later, that my baby brother cried inconsolably. It is something I could not take back or remedy. When I married and left for good, mum cried at the airport and my brother stood strong and held her. He broke down in the car on the way home. There is a bond between brothers that cannot be broken. I feel this poem. I think I have lived it as well. Thanks for sharing.

2013-08-19
True. Let's walk around with a sheet of A4 copy paper and a black illustration board, we all are somewhere in between. And none of us a grey either... Except maybe in our moods and thought, sometimes.

2013-08-19
Takes me away.... Soft and rhythmic ...

2013-08-19
Wow. Welcome back. A fresh start on your page. Always a welcome read.

2013-08-19
A thoughtful sigh and contemplative day ensues,
As we walk away from these words. Beautiful.