words for dissemination ... poetry commentary and selected poems ... Richard Scutter
On life and poetry creation … making the most of a situation … surviving the event … As Well as They CanAs well as it can, the hooked fish while it dies,Gasping for life, threshing in terror and pain,Its torn mouth parched, grit in its delicate eyes, Thinks of its pool again.As well he can, […]
This is a follow up from my previous Post showing the full poem by Robert William Service. L’EnvoiWe talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure,Of men who played the game and lost or won;Of mad stampedes, of toil beyond all measure,Of camp-fire comfort when the day was done.We talked of sullen nights by moon-dogs haunted,Of [ ]
Below is a portion of a poem by Robert Service used by Sir Douglas Mawson (1882 1958) written in his own hand in a book from the John King Davis Collection at the Australian Antarctic Division library, at the end of the poem he makes an apology to Robert Service – a poet he [ ]
The EndWhen I was One,I had just begun.When I was Two,I was nearly new.When I was Three,I was hardly me.When I was Four,I was not much more.When I was Five,I was just alive.But now I am six,I'm as clever as cleverSo I think I'll be six nowForever and ever.A. A. Milne (1882 - 1956) A. [ ]
To the Foot From Its ChildA child's foot doesn't know it's a foot yetAnd it wants to be a butterfly or an appleBut then the rocks and pieces of glass,the streets, the stairwaysand the roads of hard earthkeep teaching the foot that it can't fly,that it can't be a round fruit on a branch.Then the [ ]
A piece of paperI saw this black piece of paperAnd it lookedKind of lonely,Like it needed someoneTo talk to.So I started to talk.I told it aboutSchool and trivial things,And my needFor someone to talk to,And in returnIt told me about treesAnd AutumnAnd where it had come from.The paper looked sadWhen it told me about theWind [ ]
I wanted to be surprisedTo such a request, the world is obliging.In just the past week, a rotund porcupine,who seemed equally startled by me.The man who swallowed a tiny microphoneto record the sounds of his body,not considering beforehand how he might remove it.A cabbage and mustard sandwich on marbled bread.How easily the large spiders were [ ]
Our FatherOur Father, Mother of all life living in timeless beauty your name is sacred, always to be praised and adored.You created our world and continue to transform the wonder of your creation.We thank you each day for having given us your son.Forgive our wrong behaviour as we forgive the wrongs of others.You know us [ ]
It is Anzac Day, held annually on April 25. It is a National Day of Remembrance in Australia and New Zealand commemorating all who have served and died in military operations. It marks the anniversary of the 1915 Gallipoli landing, the first major military action fought by Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) forces during World [ ]
The Donkey With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil’s walking parody On all four-footed things. When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will; Starve, [ ]
Cycling – 20 March 2024in memory of Alicia Celaya Jauregui in slow-paced motion in the beauty of the morning … out on a bike in the still of a crisp Autumn day opening fresh in offering in easy slow-paced cyclical motion in the beauty of the morning … gracefully gliding down the winding bending downhill [ ]