8/7/12 6:15 am
I can weave and wander
through life’s longings
To cry you a poem.
I can do this,
For me,
for you.
But will you listen?
‘More missives,
More scrolls.’
They say.
‘Give us something we can
Get our teeth into.
This fairy fluff stuff you write
Is entree,
Bring on the banquet!’
What, I say , a beggars banquet?
‘Yes,’ they say a banquet
‘Or be beggared.’
Where will I find a banquet?
‘You have eaten many.
Felt your stomach swell,
Your heart skip
From the effort of the gorging.
Now write.’
They say.
‘Recount!
Recount!
Life’s clock is ticking
And no one knows when the dutiful watch winder
May fail and you will be with us.
Write! Write!
A feast, a feast.’
Instructions so strange,
but clear.
Who will listen?
‘We are!
We’re waiting,
we’re waiting.’
About 12457adlib
I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
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