In 1993 I wrote a bunch of poetry. I’m not entirely sure why that year was so prolific. It was the year I came out of a very dark time in my life, started being less introspective, was dry for 9 months (a big thing for a drug and alcohol dependant person) and did a lot of sport, raced national level mountain biking and local triathlons and endurance triathlons.
I have posted a bunch of poems up. Each is its own little island of thought.
I will continue to post all my poetry in time order over the next few weeks. Hopefully balanced with some other work!
My poetry is intensely emotional and comes from a place in my soul unbidden, unforced and often from a dream or in times of deep introspection.
Feel free to comment and share.
(What Price A Life)
(sschtzzzz)
...two car bombs have just gone off
the street is full of broken buildings and shattered glass
someone said they thought fifteen people died
this is mark howarth for xyz news
madrid...
(sschtzzzz)
... a bomb has just exploded in the art gallery
three priceless paintings have been destroyed
works of art gone forever
fifteen more have been damaged and rushed to intensive art care
it appears five people died in the blast
this is lynda james for arc news
paris...
(sschtzzzz)
(rrrrrhnnnnnn) chainsaws are buzzing all around
(creeeeak) (grooooaan) (Pause) (craaaaaassshhhh)
oh no another rimu is down
(sschtzzzz)
So What?
(sschtzzzz)
© Timothy Miller 1993
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