posted on May 10, 2012 at 7:52 am

why the sea is boiling hot

some golden morning has come

the shyest dawn which peeped through curtains

and parrots and exotic birds of love

and clouds in the shapes of heroes and gods

and great golden beasts charging across dawns palest sides

leaves are one thousand shades of green

branches of silver catching light from the sky

the crow like a bassoon mournfully wails miles away

the houses are so still…. not one moves

all those lovely people sleeping peacefully

dreaming of cosy things like tea and toast

and throwing themselves into morning like this

breakfast by one of welwyn garden city’s lovely ponds

or half a vegemite roll from lyneham primary’s school canteen

i wake up on the morning of a big exam

its november and I’m eighteen

the world so full of promises

i lie in my bed so young and tanned

i was dreaming of milky flesh girls and luxuriant kisses

my mother knocking on the door

my father revving up his mazda rotary

my brothers watching some cartoon on television

 

 

 

16 Responses to “golden morning”

  1. avatar
    Linjo | 10 May 2012 at 9:41 am #

    Lovely Steve! the first 7 lines are what I can imagine is the desired heaven. x ps glad you had a mother that knocked first ha! x

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    Ingrid | 10 May 2012 at 10:27 am #

    Hey SK, dreamy and exquisite very beautiful piece and so fitting for this gorgeous morning. It has transported me back to carefree days. I enjoyed your interview on RTR FM 92.1 and hearing “Life Somewhere Else”.
    xxx

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 10 May 2012 at 10:50 am #

    Great poem…Great pic….

    Daz

  4. avatar
    JTheDon | 10 May 2012 at 11:31 am #

    πŸ™‚
    K
    L8R
    JTheDon

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    Crasher | 10 May 2012 at 12:44 pm #

    aah the teenage years
    a lovely day.
    good drying weather
    mum stripping the bed.cracking noise as the sheets are prised apart.oops,i meant to do that.
    and the photo.disbelief…who stole the obel ?
    all that’s left is this isk.

  6. avatar
    david | 10 May 2012 at 4:14 pm #

    had an old 626 rotary …first car ..lol…fond memories

  7. avatar
    Bernadette Keys | 10 May 2012 at 5:45 pm #

    some velvet morning when I’m…..

  8. avatar
    colette | 10 May 2012 at 5:46 pm #

    Somehow I’m glad the crow is miles away…

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    hippy | 11 May 2012 at 3:30 am #

    Steve, looking at that photo, now I know why you’re a musical genius–

    It’s THE MONOLITH from 2001!!! First it showed early man how to use rocks as weapons, then it showed SK how to “rock”. heh heh

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    princey | 11 May 2012 at 3:16 pm #

    ….and a vanilla milkshake usually makes an appearance in your fond-childhood-memories-blog, always brings a smile to my face πŸ™‚

    As “hippy” said, Rock-On sk!!

    xManda

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    Anonymous | 11 May 2012 at 3:53 pm #

    A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. ~Salman Rushdie

    Thanks for keeping us awake, Steve.

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    anon | 12 May 2012 at 12:43 pm #

    God knows I won’t immerse my whole body in the water, unless it is warm enough for me. So i asked him to take the chill off it a bit, and had glorious time lolling around in sunshine beaches for an hour or so. something I don’t do often enough.

  13. avatar
    hellbound heart | 13 May 2012 at 9:49 am #

    adolescent dreams……
    <3

  14. avatar
    Chris | 24 May 2012 at 11:38 am #

    In seeking to answer this question about Absolute Truth, I went for a walk around the base of some cliffs, sat on a dry rock and took in the pounding sea. Distracted from my ultimate question, I started to notice that once the wave hit, it ran up over the rocks to replenish the myriad of rock pools. As the tide retreated, these were left high and dry. On closer inspection into these pools I discovered so many life forms whose very existence depended on the tidal cycle of dry, wet, dry, wet. They could not survive if they were higher up the cliff on permanently dry land, and neither could they survive in the deep ocean. They were creatures of the littoral zone, the inter-tidal of both land and sea – sometimes land, sometimes sea – but not actually, fully belonging to either. Their belonging place is wholly and discretely this littoral that has its own distinct character.~Hannah Bell. I suspect you are a creature of the littoral zone, Steve. The photos of you on the Bondi shoreline hint at this…

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      thetimebeing | 24 May 2012 at 4:00 pm #

      how wonderful chris too
      are gods incredible intricate interlocking systems
      and the way eveything has its place
      and everything is seen to ….
      hallelujah hare krsna om!

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    Chris | 24 May 2012 at 4:47 pm #

    Yeah…like your music…rich baroque arpeggios and rising inflexions that all inhere and cohere so superbly. Man, you are on fire with it! I am so blown away by your insight and gifts…


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