"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.
Featuring: Brad Frederiksen, Poetry
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i also like the looseness and pacing - whittling down - sets off the last line like a little bomb.
never thought of paper as being a wooden raft but it is!