awakening

Report from over the edge
(falling or flying?)
Actors on this mundane stage
(in prelude to dying)

Revel in our role as mobile mud,
immersive experience.

Dutifully capped in belief
we would spew
pent-up poison
But, taste!
Fortified water vital
with mineral dust.

Awake, world within
moves sanely.
Renewable lake, safe to trust,
pours through this core.
Pain soothed to prophecy:
apocalyptic healing --
cleansing vision
each from within.

May 28, 2010

Saturdays June 5 & 12
I'm running a poetry workshop at the New South Wales writers Centre. Have a look at the Centre's webpage for more details. I really enjoy these two day projects & I reckon those attending do to.