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Sean Williams
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09.01 am 27.10.10
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Here's the final draft of my zoo poem, which was launched last week as part of the inaugural Adelaide Water Forum. To get the full experience, you'd have to go to the zoo itself to hear the soundscape in all its glory, but this is a start. It was a marvellous project to be part of, and an immense honour to be invited. Enjoy!

(Note: the formatting seems to be a little screwy. Am I the only person who can't make LJ tabs work properly?)

“Reflections on water.”

What do you see?
gleaming shimmers
silver swimmers
waders, striders
swoopers, divers
croakers, callers
lone mud-crawlers
wrigglers, mopers
gulpers, gropers
 
--from spring to shining sea.

Through drought and flood, in salt and mud,
the river’s
winding, toiling
shaping, roiling
rippling, cooling
snaking, pooling
trickling, draining
all-sustaining
in depths and shallows
past farm and fallow
 
carving its way as it goes.

Drinking, floating
soaking, boating
surfing, diving
splashing, thriving-- 
Look at water long enough and you’ll see yourself,
in the ripples and foam,
with the cod and the pelican.
We are the water sprites of this dry earth,
dependent upon
the crystal tonic that bathes us from our birth.

Our words dance on wavetops like birds
but our music taps a deeper current still
--as the river, always downhill
to where the tree-roots of truth are
growing, groping
thinking, drinking 
digging fast into the soil.

The river runs
and so do we--
birds and people
creatures and trees
--swimming, reflected,
in water.
Comments 
10.55 pm 26.10.10 (UTC)
What a lovely sprinkle of words to be refreshed by, waking up. Thanks!
11.02 pm 26.10.10 (UTC)
Thanks! "Sprinkle" is just the right word. :-)
11.50 pm 26.10.10 (UTC)
This is quite beautiful, Sean. I love the rhythm of it; words which simply beg to be read allowed.
11.53 pm 26.10.10 (UTC)
Thanks, Kirstyn. That means a lot! Next time you come to Adelaide, I'll take you to hear the soundscape. With the birds and frogs and multiple voices, it really cooks.

You know, as much as a poem like this ever cooks. :-)
11.54 pm 26.10.10 (UTC)
Oh.

allowed = aloud

Sigh. Morning brain.
11.59 pm 26.10.10 (UTC)
:-) I make mistakes like that all the time, and it's getting worse as I get older. Why do those particular neurons have to die first, instead of the ones that know useless stuff (the tune to "Too Shy" could go for a start) or things I'd rather forget?
11.51 pm 26.10.10 (UTC)
That was a really nice poem, i thoroughly enjoyed it. By the way i caved on waiting for the E-book version of Fatal Alliance and bought it hard cover. I also love it so much action and great story.
11.53 pm 26.10.10 (UTC)
My thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed both. :-)
11.18 am 27.10.10 (UTC)
Now, I've got time to stop and appreciate it, that's one lovely poem.
10.07 pm 27.10.10 (UTC)
Thank you. I really appreciate that.
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