"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray

"Poetry unites." ~Anon

"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson


Written by Brad Frederiksen
He lives in Sydney, Australia
His blog: Maekitso's Cafe

Water Simulation

you and i adrift
together on a wooden raft
while dead, angry men
ride motor bikes and bicycles at sea

it’s raining and the paper boy is caught
without a plastic coat to keep him dry
beneath his origami boat a wave
and a dandelion seed that dared to fly

the old coot waits there,
hunching at the rear
his sweater reaks of napthalene moth balls,
and welling in his eye a tear
of pain and pleasure bundled into one

three hundred sixty four and one half days
are whittled from the writer and the quill
every sheet of paper merely blank until
the artist forges meaning from it by the rules

do smaller spaces make for smaller thoughts?

Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.

6 Comments:

  1. Paul said...
    What a wonderful poem, surreal and light with a real tenderness and tone.
    WHY? said...
    Very imaginative piece of writing. Love the imagery and flow.
    joaquin carvel said...
    the first stanza made me think of a updated or re-imagined "the wreck of the medussa" - could just be me, dunno, but i liked it.

    i also like the looseness and pacing - whittling down - sets off the last line like a little bomb.
    charbon said...
    exceptional imagery and ideas, very rewarding
    utopianfragments said...
    i can recall reading it first time. and secound time it is better.
    artpredator said...
    oh, Brad, this is soo lovely, amazing even, the way the language sounds and goes round and brings us back

    never thought of paper as being a wooden raft but it is!

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