Hello, dear kingfisher,
I thought I might send you a small offering for consideration.
Thanks for the opportunity to submit.
Cheers,
Frank
~~~~~~~~~~
writing in the moon
~~~~~~~~~~
shall I write for you
dear reader
the way a fish might do
in swirls and circles
through the water
barely faint disturbance
to the placid surface
all energy
under current
alternative
the wagtail
curlicues and exclamations
spattered all across the page
aura-format memoranda
of excitement
hard contained
should I pen
my name in sparkler red
and orange
a continuous flow
of letters
until the glow fades
and you cannot see me
writ before you
anymore
ought I for you
as the feather
quilling in
a free-float of words
that gentle
around suggested meanings
and take their time
to reach a point
but pretty
so very pretty
on their wafted way
perhaps you'd care
to puff them back
a never concluded
sentence suspended
a mystery in air
or better
if I etch in echoes
of the words you say
you say you say
paraphrase
to let you read on paper
that I can hear you
clean and clear
and clear
but ever
more
faintly
perhaps a smelt
the way the sun
imprints
through heat and sear
burnt like rage
at the height of noon
but no
the lunar sphere has words
that seem to me
more elegant
silver
was always more
the colour
I wrote best
I will in silver
the way the moon
Copyright Frank Faust 2003
~~~~~~~~~~
victoria a-flame
~~~~~~~~~~
and now it is Mount Buffalo in the air
I can taste it
Victoria is an inferno and the remnants
from an acreage of devoured
have shrouded the city
like a foul smelling blanket
that is the remnant of land
that is all that is good
gone
black and dying
and in the town where I grew
the hills and valleys are alight
from the house on Last Street
you can see naked flame
glowing crown-like across tree-tops
red-licking toward sky
bedevilled crimson
embers on the rise
float closer
maybe near enough to singe
the cricket pitch
where Zim Evans batted
while I bowled
and I don't think
it can ever be
the way it was
my childhood
is on fire
it is in the taste
of my air
Copyright Frank Faust 2003
~~~~~~~~~~
expression of interest sought
(apply within)
~~~~~~~~~~
wanted
is a woman's touch
in a place that's showing signs
of falling into age
and disrepair
certain rooms
are in need of dusting and a tidy-up
to make them shine again
the fluttery of subtle webs
in each suggested breeze
is unattractive
indicating that too long has passed
without an intervention
and requiring remedial activity
as a matter of some urgency
the owner
a bachelor of good intent
whose execution lets him down
is seeking now
for expressions of interest
from applicants of quality
who will pay due attention
to the detailed ministration
of a woman's touch
to those areas identified
as most in need
of rejuvenation
apply within
Copyright Frank Faust 2003
~
The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.tales-of-faust.com/
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