I walked to the Brickworks early today. I wanted to be on the path for 11:00am. About 10:45 I could hear the plane(s) and remembered the fly past. A few of us “solitary walkers” stood in silence while we waited to relive in some small way a time of “old unhappy far off things/and battles

I don’t have a title or an author for this poem, but it strikes a chord. This is why I read poetry. It has a way of saying what I am not saying. It defines the silence. It fills the absence with the fire of an emotion I can’t give into. It crystallizes the want

This is the poem for November 1 in my new poetry anthology. I made sure that every class I ever stood before read this. When you need to escape the straitjacket of this structured world, slip on your magic cape of many tongues and babble away in the language of your imagination. Have a frabjous

Some may have been confused by my last post, which suggested that you could walk on a poem. I actually had another poem on my mind, when I wrote that post. It was the poem for October 26. I couldn’t write that day so I couldn’t live this poem on its special day. Five years

Wendell Berry No, no, there is no going back.Less and less you arethat possibility you were.More and more you have becomethose lives and deathsthat have belonged to you.You have become a sort of gravecontaining much that wasand is no more in time, belovedthen, now, and always.And so you have become a sort of treestanding over

I lived this poem today on my walk to the Brickworks. There were few people on the trail so I could sing and not worry that someone would hear me singing off key. It was a glorious Indian Summer’s day just perfect to sing a few Christmas carols, The Unquiet Grave, My Country is My

Into each day a little silliness must creep. I found this online today. Well more correctly it found me. It must be the approaching full moon or some alignment in the heavens that is making all this giddiness. For example – Most of these I know – 12 Romeo and Juliet3 Macbeth4 Midsummer Night’s Dream567

How to make an ordinary day extraordinary, do something extraordinary!! The poet has taken very ordinary “things” and raised them to the extraordinary by writing them into a poem. I will now respect more my tea/coffee cup. I won’t mind climbing the stairs. In fact I can treat it as a prayer. When I reach

I don’t usually have lazy days. My time is limited, so I tend to make sure that I am very busy, often. However, I do have a “tricky toe” and today it decided to be a little painful, forcing me to sit down and put my feet up – Yes I have to be forced