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
the casual
killings.Plastic flowers and white frame ghosts will not bring back our
Golden
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..
POLYPHONY/CONSPIRARE/SLAM POETRY
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!
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