Car poems
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When We Were Young
© Ivan Donn Carswell
As a child I played in the same frosty fields
barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates,
whom we challenged to show courage in the numbing cold,
then together we held our chilled fingers over the roaring stove
that warmed our prefabricated, asbestos-sided classroom.
When I Close My Eyes
© Ivan Donn Carswell
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face
but the three-dimensional solidity or you
bursts through the tissues of my skin,
transmogrified by a tactile binary fusion.
What does it take?
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Is the current rate of global warming
a serious and cogent warning?
Do we need to think about the fact
that higher tides will drown Pacific island states
What a weekend
© Ivan Donn Carswell
What a weekend, it certainly defied all the pundits trends,
the World Game French were trashed by Versace and petulance,
the Wallabies by a graphic haka, while Wimbledon saw the Amazons
revenge and Switzerlands answer was Roger Federer in eminence.
We, The Living
© Ivan Donn Carswell
There were moments when we rose above despair
borne by strength of spirit in your name,
but tragedy remained in darkened shadow's
gloom beneath your widow's eyes.
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy
© Ivan Donn Carswell
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy,
from its origins in the spring-tide of youth
to an afterward secured in distant mist
in awe for the reason and to what end it endures.
Water Babes
© Ivan Donn Carswell
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook
that patiently took us into its heart. At the very start we
were never far from its shingly banks, playing amid ranks
of serried wildflowers. When one of us all but drowned
The Three Singers To Young Blood
© George Meredith
Carols nature, counsel men.
Different notes as rook from wren
Hear we when our steps begin,
And the choice is cast within,
Where a robber raven's tale
Urges passion's nightingale.
Uncommon common sense
© Ivan Donn Carswell
The other day I listened to a man on the radio
who made uncommon common sense, specially since
it was an interview on ABCs noon talk-back show.
He was a Professor, of what I hadnt heard,
Twenty Four Hour Embrace
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Awakening
in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep,
where half a lifetime eludes dreams;
and feeling you were cheated
by too much gin and lack of sleep
in these unconsummated fumblings.
To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House
© Robinson Jeffers
Old garden of grayish and ochre lichen,
How long a rime since the brown people who have vanished from
Travelling on the thumb
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Travelling on the thumb, it wasnt hard to do, you took
the rides that you could get with no regrets let shrinkage
in the mileage to your goal provide your measures of success,
strode the grassy verges thumb erect and cursed the surly
Travellers Whom We Met
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Another fork away ahead
Exactly like the one behind
And twists and turns to leave you dead
As choices in your mind.
Tools for life
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Has life ever dumped you in a heap?
Perhaps youve found self belief so strongly
reinforcing that doubt never enters it,
nor divorces you from your own reality.
Today
© Ivan Donn Carswell
The manic fires flared again today, very much the same irrational urges
blazing from the open grate, urgent fervours that belittle and berate,
ardours that depict a gross mistake and derisively debate
hereditary intelligence. While surely lacking relevance,
To win a game
© Ivan Donn Carswell
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays,
in modern days the game has changed and subterfuge and actors
ways will pave the path to glory. Fitness pays a fair reward to keep
a fleetness in the feet, a clearness in the head, and special food
To risk your Liberty
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Called The Hon Lizard Gizzard with aptness bearing fruit
from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit,
famous for avowals starting, Government Approved,
and in relation to
delivered deadpan monotone, eyes
a distant, washed-out hue quartered in a trance.
To let them die peace
© Ivan Donn Carswell
There wasnt room for sympathy,
the epicentre moved too rapidly for that
and even when we knew the anger
of the dispossessed the storm had passed.
To keep the ambience alive
© Ivan Donn Carswell
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed,
I couldnt say it wasnt much because it was for you,
I had enjoyed it too although it was another day
like any other day weve had before in our association.
