I like that photo
on the front of your book, mate:
head up, inhaling pleasure,
against sky and steeple.
Not a book you wrote, this time;
one we wrote for you
to attest your undying value,
returning for your life-giving words
our own, which you always encouraged.
I wasn’t there for your death
nor your wake; won’t see
this book-launch ... I’m glad
I was there in your life.
[Poem #41]
All Travellers We: Poems for Shelton Lea (Eaglemont Press) will be launched in Melbourne on August 21st.
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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