Rob Ayling writes:
"Thom the World poet is an old mate of mine from way back in my history. Even pre-dating Voiceprint, when I was running "Otter Songs" and Tom's poetry tapes and guest appearances with Daevid Allen, Gilli Smyth, Mother Gong are well known and highly regarded. It just felt right to include a daily poem from Thom on our Gonzo blog and when I approached him to do so, he replied with in seconds!!! Thom is a great talent and just wants to spread poetry, light and positive energy across the globe. If we at Gonzo can help him do that - why not? why not indeed!!" (The wondrous poetpic is by Jack McCabe, who I hope forgives me for scribbling all over it with Photoshop)
RAIN SINGING FULL MOON NIGHT DREAMS
AUSTIN CYCLES(recycles)-those white bicycles(free)
from 60s Amsterdam became the Yellow Bike Project in Austin
When SUVs disputed bike lanes,killing cyclists one by one
white ghost bicycles and flowers adorn the roadside.CRITICAL MASS
has not yet reached Critical Mass.Bike helmets do not stop
Until every soul rides wisely and well and often-cyclists are a threatened species in Austin.
ANKARA-Aniseed Raki vs Ayran yoghurt.Secularism vs fundamentalism
In pubs where beer and smoke was fire,combative war poetry brewed
In cool coffee shops gentle tomes are shared .Silence is there-between the words..
Music of speech.Choral accompaniments.Chant and response.Sing-a-longs
Each sculptured verse of words has sounds subterranean beneath and deep
Michelangelo said to his white marble-SPEAK! A song escapes your lips
A tear slips down your cheek.You are calling/we are hearing.Monteverdi/Purcell
W S Merwin. Doors are opening.Windows in walls sing"THANK YOU!"
INSIDE THE BLANTON MUSEUM
he opened his eyes to ekphrastic visions/versions of which he speakspelled
as a visual roadmap of his life to date.Dark dreams disturb the darling buds of May
April brings showers of inspiration.He is returning to the tilling fields-
to work his seeded way to harvest to to be whole.Each image mirror shard
a soft pillow when the nightmares come hard.
LANGUAGES OF RAIN.You wish mist and get storm.
You seek sunlight and get gloom.Farmer wants crops fed and gets bone drought
Rain is random,fickle,ambient.Splotches turn to splashes.Drops become puddles,then pools
Do not underestimate the depth of water's arguments.When water falls-LISTEN!