A poem by John Davies
You might notice The way that spaces Surround each moment's gift. How hurrying people adorn A world That sighs with murmured wind. Clocks will tick Unheard behind The pressure of today. One day silent they sit As cicadas cut the air. How this now Can't ever be grasped No matter how you try. You are void and open mind Dancing throughout so called time. Biog: I was born in Cootamundra in country NSW in 1955 but spent my formative years living by the ocean in Sydney's northern beaches, many hours spent walking on deserted windswept sand ,soaking in the vast beauty of sea and sky . I tried my hand at poetry in my teens and twenties , particularly inspired by Gary Snyder , but I lacked confidence to do much with it. Now that I'm in my mature years I don't care very much what others think but I'm delighted if someone enjoys my ramblings, rough and unpolished as they are. I feel that poetr...