Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

An old poem I found

 
 
 
The Road Less Travelled


We traveled to Mapua
through Nelson from the Sounds
in the hot afternoon sun
between colonnades
of scruffy apple trees,
their burden of fruit ready to shed
sparkling balls of blood
dancing in the breeze 

& the road rides on
to Mapua wharf & over there
is Rabbit island, framing
the river mouth with a slab of dark pine
& on the other side
— the motor-camp, nestled between
huge trees, not meant for harvest
just shelter & ‘clothing optional’
the café now spawns delicacies
a small restaurant behind smokes
fish & oysters & makes the best
burgers around, yet here it was
that another world existed

& brave men ferried cargo
across the teeming strait
on timber boats the size of small trucks
— even using sails & oars
& people were withdrawn or deposited
on these planks long-gone replaced,
to make way for the new, repair the past
from Mapua to Nelson . . .

still in the sun
the bay sparkles & a bright sea mist
covers the horizon — the blue sky,
faultless — the fields flicking by
like cubist paint effects in drought
but still lots of green to lead us
into night & the broken white line
of winding black roads
littered with carrion & daylight
memories, meanders us back toward
the Sounds.

Tired but good.
Somehow released, 
it begins to rain.



Not sure about this one! What do you think . . .?

God is not an American - (Read & find out why!)





david bowie said:

      “god is an american”


nietzsche said

      “god is dead”

madame blavatsky said

      “there is no religion,
        higher than truth”

i say:

      “truth & religion
        are non-compatible”

by the way,
this is not a political poem
or a religious poem

my views (contd.):
 

      a poem is an expression of interest
      potentially, entertaining

      possibly, thought provoking
      usually, annoying
      seldom enjoyable
      always didactic

      drivel – essentially

but this poem
is not meant to tell you
what a poem is or isn’t
or what you should think
 

this is just 
some words on a page
possibly, not even a poem

vers libre or not libre
that is not the question

finally,
just to set a few things straight:

      god is not an american
      god is not even alive so how can he/she/it be dead
      truth & religion 

      should never be mentioned
      in the same sentence
      ever
 

& poetry . . .

      don’t even breathe that word.








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