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Monday, 5 December 2016

THOM THE WORLD POET: The Daily Poem

Rob Ayling, yer Gonzo Grande Fromage, 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 Thom's poetry tapes and guest appearances with Daevid Allen, Gilli Smyth and 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 within 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?"


EYE NOTICE MY FRIENDS SOMEWHAT DIMINISHING
They still come out to poetry readings-but with walking canes
Some remain at home,or in Homes,or work in or are clients of hospices
So their Light is a mode to see life by,and eye hold them high in estimation.
Elders all,with kindness and generosity their mode,it is as if they are aware
of those tricks of Fate that seal us in isolation,so we dare not speak of endings.
I say that this life is where i am,communicating with you specifically
and that privilege i hold in high respect.While we are conscious,let us speak!
While we have time and capacity,may we listen!These endless beginnings
may have some finite capacity in the Ark,but i focus on that bird of peace with a sprig
in her beak,signifying good news.We are still here,still breathing.
And that gift of life is constantly re-defining us.Of course,ant and grasshopper.
La Fontaine in the Season of Winter.Bukowski's last poems were elegant requiems.
The poetry you share is an ongoing memorial-one that might well be read
longer than stone and five stacked bones in borrowed gifted graveyards.
I do not horse shy away from cliffs-more shelter in the stable of dreams
And death,i trust,has no punctuation..

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