APRIL2006

 

On the Move ........................

Editor on the move - where's my driver? Handstand too, moves on to resume as a monthly copy.



THE POET
I am a writer
Word welder of silence
Hammer beats on the syllable,
Or the dreaded end line.
The anvil, burnished
By my white metal
Is a strong hand
Pointing the fine meaning
Of the cunning mind.
Clever and seperate, I am
Silent in my eloquence.
All my errors shavers...
Curious faces of children
Crowd the broom
And dust bends down beams
For hands to catch.
You too have been taught
To be clever
To be seperate
But our cunning unites us.
As I, you should trust your instinct,
And when beauty comes
Notice what it feeds on.

j.braddell©
photos: www.localhistory.scit.wlv.ac.uk & elliot raader