Poems and Prose
Try as I may time and time again too tight for comfort
confronted by my own shadows demons negative thoughts actions and consequences. I push the barrier between myself and what i am trying to get to. It resists naming and viewing although I know it is there. I want to make a change although I don't quite know what it is I want change for the better but I don;t quite know how I know it must be transformative but it is in the realm of the unknown I want to bring it into light and see it or invent it. I want to plumb the depths of a rich learning experience
Sir Walter of the Puddle.
I met a pig called walter
he was a pig to me
but then
he was to others
a bacon wann-a-be
he wasn't om-n-ivourous
he didn't chew the cud
he ate vegies
like the rest-of-us
and still put on the 'lud'.
he was a two-tone trotter
in patches blacknwhite
the dogs
thought him a rotter
but we loved him alright
So walter roams the paddock
and lives
his days in bliss
and always
eats his vegies
and adores
his owners kiss.
Meaning
Last night we went to a friends farm.
She had a shed-raising/room-partitioning/workshop opening party.
A great time had by all.
We had the great pleasure of meeting Walter- The family pig.
Roar on the tin roof top
There is no rain drop
There is the
Roar on the tin roof top
And then there is
Tricklethrum
And then
Silence
We were guttermouthed
We have been stormdrained
We are now washed clean
We are the collective pronoun
We are as one
We are still
At peace.
Meaning
I woke to the sound of rain on our roof, such a gorgeous overhead thing lying in the warmth of our bed - when we haven't had much wet weather to speak of. It's about our individuality/ common humanity. I love inventing words - how do you describe the slower rate of rain on a tin roof where you can hear individual drops whilst the roar is still resonating in your mind and the tin still reflects and amplifies the dulled splats. Then like God turned off the tap - an awesome silence - all these sound and moments are an epiphany - the centre of the poem. Then our transformation - using plumbing metaphors the welcome value of life giving water - how it sustains and renews us - and with allusions to its awesome power - this being a second depth metaphor to our spiritual renewal. Combining the nuts and bolts of language,semantics,water and the illusion? of of our individuality the end reflects the middle and beginning of the poem.
