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Poems 2: John Ellison Davies

 THE SPHINX AT YOUR DOOR

 

at this pebbled frontier 

steps a lame man 

singing heads I win 

tails I win

 

free of the leaping herd's 

nostalgia for the precipice

 

lost 

in the dusty interval 

between the bubble sun 

and bubble moon 

(those liars)

 

all that is outside 

him torrents in him 

but he sings

 

I am a porous man 

heads I win 

tails I win





Lake George near Canberra



MUST IT BE SO?

 

it must be so

 

as the gathering storm

impartial

 

holds its breath

 

each raindrop mirrors

earth, ocean, mountains

 

trembles

lovingly

 

and begins

its fall

 

this is the law

 

allow only joy


  • John Ellison Davies

https://sites.google.com/site/johnellisondavies/home

https://www.australianbookreview.com.au/abr-online/archive/2006/author/1946-johnellisondavies

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Gary Reeves said…
Have to admit, I don't read a lot of poetry but absolutely loved reading your work, John....the concision, the metre...so arrestingly refreshing. Wonderful work - truly wonderful.
July 14, 2022 at 12:24 AM
John Ellison Davies said…
Thank you for the kind words - they are especially valued coming from someone who may not read a lot of poetry. This tells me that I have succeeded in what I set out to do. All the best to you. - John
July 15, 2022 at 12:54 AM
notTerryReid said…
the comment is increasingly engaging with the addition of your response
October 17, 2022 at 1:39 AM
Gina Graham said…
I have just read these two beautiful poems and I was arrested in a moment's peace by them both. Simple and powerful.... poetry is one of my favourite forms... Gina Graham
January 24, 2023 at 1:03 AM
John Ellison Davies said…
Thank you for those kind and thoughtful words Gina. Comments like yours always give me a little lift and faith that I may be doing something right, and a little extra courage to keep trying.
January 26, 2023 at 2:51 AM
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