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Recently a poem of mine was published in the Speed Poets Zine Vol.11.6. It's on sale through their website and at their monthly nights in Brisbane. There was only a limited edition. As you can see, its simple in style, reminiscent of the poetry chapbooks from the 50's and 60's. I love the look of them and have subscribed for a year for only $20. I have another poem coming up in a couple of months, which I will also post here. (2021-Magazine closed)
The poem was written in June 2011.
Here's how it appeared in the magazine followed by the poem itself.
A Proximate Echo
Feel
that dryness in your mouth
The
whimpering in the dark corner
Behind
you
The
trembling in the floor
It’s
the future
Coming
back to haunt you
Reminding
you where you should not be
You
allowed yourself
To
be a willing vessel to Fate
To
sail with the natural state of things
But
you were not to know
It
would take you to places
You
did not want to be.
You've gone too far now
To
begin anew
And
wishing won’t do
(To
wish is to plea is to panic
And lose it all)
And
so all that’s left
Is
the minutiae of hope
A
bare fragrance
That
around the bend
The
current may lead you to another stream
And
perhaps acceptance
That
making a mistake
Is
normal.
Human.
If
only you knew for certain
That
it was redeemable.
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Oh Tony, brilliant. It's come at a time for me where I've read a few things (all unrelated) that have left me feeling a little uncomfortable about who and am and where I am. As someone who usually forges ahead with no regret, now I'm starting to realise that yes, I've had a few.
ReplyDelete"A willing vessel to Fate & Redeemable mistakes."
ReplyDeleteIn the first instance I've allowed Fate to take me to places. In the second instance, my mistakes are redeemable.
Does this mean that the places I've been to were mistakes that are redeemable? I doubt it, as making mistakes is "normal" just as you wrote!
So, yes, we're human, and we go with the flow of life, wherever it may take us and in it we will make mistakes.
This poem is definitely circular, and that is pretty much how life is. What goes around, comes around and there is no escaping it.
An interesting way to express time and place Anthony.
Gina :)
This hits home (my heart/soul) for me right now. Thanks, Anthony.
ReplyDeletelove to you.
xoRobyn
Thank you Gina. That's very well observed. Yes, it's circular for sure, perhaps, referring back to the title.
ReplyDeleteThanks Robyn.
xo
The poem spoke to me too. Decide your life or just stumble through a mistaken existence.
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