I can feel it, with thanksgiving: A poem 

I can feel it, this unearthly inebriating view  like spring leaves drenched in dawn’s dew  And in this magical torrential profound shower,  the window of gaze opens to paradise’s flower  These benevolent circles among vision’s trees  like a cheering resurrection floating in the breeze  And I know, that it goes beyond the highest skies  The illuminationContinue reading “I can feel it, with thanksgiving: A poem “

Australia Day: A poem 

You can congratulate celebration of crime  and never wonder that these caricatures  of the past have exchanged notoriety with noteworthy  And we can also owe it to obeisance to a crown  that is not judged for plunder and inhumaneness  but gets the credit for mastery, albeit, illegitimate  Old ghosts still live among us in wolvesContinue reading “Australia Day: A poem “