WASTELAND (Apologies to T.S.) 03/02/22
Having read in the poet’s own voice,
having travelled wastelands of regret,
he laughs.
What is the purpose of these musings,
these lives,
ghosts of thought.
Having travelled the wasteland of regret
he recalls lost memories,
found in the fondness of time.
Are these real,
these recollections?
Did they happen or is mind a trickster
who, for want of something to do,
creates spirits to haunt the present?
The questions spawn questions,
spiral round, round and down
into a wasteland of regret.
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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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