- In The
|© David Drew-Smythe - 2000, 2001, 2002
- August 2000 - "Saling" - Anthology inclusion
2000 (Flowering Splendor)
- Sitting on the
- we confess only
half our selves.
- Instead we watch
the boats riding on the dusk in limbo:
- Twenty bobbing
yachts that seek a harbour inside time.
- Your seas are
still seduced by moons
- and all the grains
of sand sift through your solitude.
- Unchained chains
that touch us both
- give way to wave
on wave through endless tides
- of lapping tales
on muted tongues.
- You will not drop
anchor nor I cast off.
- We sail the wind
of circumstance, uncertain, insecure
- on this fleeting
- Today we'll burn
- and cast our nets
in other waters.
- September 2000 - adapted as "Shakespeare In Lust" - Anthology inclusion
2001 - Publication (Love and Luminaries) Selected as one of thirty-three poets
internationally for CD/Cassette anthology 'The
Sound of Poetry' by The International Library of
Poetry (USA) - 2002. A 3-CD/Cassette set which "
... features thirty-three poems that best exemplify the
art of poetry through the spoken word."
are we, my love, by deep design and happy be; for though
I have foresworn thy bed in likeness of thy father's
wish, I have not forsaken thee. Ah, how fair the dewdrops
on the bough swell out the belly of the moon; and yet,
betimes, we have so little now where our moments must be
stol'n. Thus, fair love, be not as the maidens who mingle
fingers, paddle palms and profess to love in high degree
nor be as the brides on Avon's bank who cry out,
"fie!" and thereupon their cares deny as firmly
as their wanton thoughts lest they try to trick them into
fancy's fickle frolic. Instead make haste to gather up
thy damask and thy lace; shake free the bonnet from thy
head and become the strumpet from the stews who lights
the fire and calls her cattle home then yolks them to the
byre. Sweet love, speed us now in our delights - for
though I could tell thee such honeysuckle things that
would deck the ground with softest down and whisper music
to the wind in keeping with the gifts Diana now bestows
upon thy brow - one great thing doth urgently prevail.
Methinks it meet for me to say, and for thee to hear,
that I have pressing business here 'twixt the snow goose
and the nightingale. What? Ho, my love! What? Art thou
sleeping now? Awake! Awake and study me in my mistake!
- Featured Poem
Convention and Symposium
Library of Poetry (USA)
- March 2002.
- The distant vision
of a Northern Dreaming,
- grandly scheming,
as heroes of their time,
- they came, they
saw, they came again and stayed.
- They stayed to
claim your earth, your skies,
- your fire, your
moons, your meadows
- and your
- They sent their
- their offcuts and
- to tame your
country and claim your souls.
- They stole your
- they burnt your
- they broke your
- They mocked your
elders in their wisdom
- and gave back
nothing save disease, death
- and a new found
- In ownership they
took your sacred places,
- scorned your
faces, marked and measured out
- your bleached
bones in the sand
- then stripped your
trees, your grasses and your lands
- to make a little
- They sought to
make you like themselves;
- change your ways,
turn your wine to water
- and your water
- They stole and
forced your sons and daughters
- to make their
world your own.
- There is a need to
reconcile two worlds conjoined,
- two histories
collided, two cultures clashed
- which stand
- There is greed to
be atoned for;
- there are guilts
- There can be no
- while victims
stand and wait
- for an apology
that comes too late.