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?

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HEAT OF YOUTH REMINDS ALL WHO TOUCH THE MEMORY OF YOUTH

Stillness.Farm Tractor.Metal vs Earth.Earth breaks.Metal exhausting

SUMMER YOUTH.WINTER WISE.DRINKING IN THE AFTERNOON LIGHT

Winter sleeps in.Wakes in Spring.Waiting for winter/i fell into Fall.Froze.

ONE.ALONE.NEVER ALONE(ALWAYS EARTH &SKY/WITNESS IN SILENCE

City is sounds.Anonymous.Alone.Sunflowers are not perennials.Children ditto.

DRINK FROM THIS STILLNESS.THIS SLOWNESS WILL DISAPPEAR

You cannot ride back.Wide screen country skies/make cities smaller.

BROUGHT UP ON THE LETTER "T"(NOW ALIGNED WITH COFFEE

Black as Fate.Sealed in plastic.Heated Planet.

THE GRUDGES WE CARRY(ARE HEAVY &DULL)

They remind us the little we can fit into time.Even when we release

More fills the vacuum.Emptiness has weight.As has time.

WHAT WE HAVE IN COMMON(ONLY WHAT WE WILL REMEMBER

Less&less every reading.Memory always selective.

EYE FOCUS UPON MY STATION MASTER GRANDFATHER

On his death bed.Big bellied Irish.None of his medicines could save him.

I look at all my diabetes medicines.They all tell me-there is no cure.

CONJURING UP MY MAGICAL FRIENDS(WHEN THEY WERE BRIGHT&BEAMING

It is not that they are dull now/More gone to another dimension/where we can no longer

Sleep with them..Just dream...