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)
ON THE LIP OF CHILL
Trees bare bone skeletons/dropping dandruff leaves
Colored canvas /ground cover/cover-up
One by one,each is tree crack/tree ring circus
Falling leaf by leaf to an earth soft /receptive.
Were we trees once?Our cerebellum like broccoli tree clumps?
Do trees sing to other trees?Do we feel pain when we chop our elders?
Naked trunks on flatbed trucks,bleeding sap
No bird sings in a chainsaw forest
Even one whip bird/even the lyrebird
imitate the source of their demise.Machines
grind down Gaia to woodchip.None can build rainforest
Eden failed bio-diversity.Were we to fall
would birds stop singing?
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