The Burnie Gold Pot Poetry Cup has been an unqualified success. Congratulations to Tim Heath, who’ll take it back to New Zealand. Participants were Colin Myers, Peter Stratford, Mary Kille, Joan Parker, Vi Woodhouse, Geoff Miller, Judy Brumby-Lake, Tim Heath, Loretta Gaul, Rees Campbell, Matthew Grubitz.
The next item in the poetic calendar is Cameron Hindrum’s Poetry Slam at the Burnie Art Gallery, probably in September. After that we present Burnie Shines With Poetry at the Burnie Library in October with the help of a famous local string orchestra and a barber-shop quartet, to be announced.
The late winter sun is shining into my eyes as I type this and it is a tease of summer to come, of better times, of hope, of wishes fulfilled and dreams to come true, of warmth and pleasant floating in a warm pool of water on one’s back. I can dream. Here is another sonnet brought into the 21st century.
Fletcher 59/43
All stem cell’s journeys may come to an end
To spin within the void of quantum time.
So that all pasts may possibly amend
Before the star collapses from its prime.
The most intelligent will desiccate
And vanity must fade away and die.
The beauty queen’s allure will desiccate,
As life must be re-shuffled by and by.
All stars will one day shrink into this void,
As vortexes from choice may be devoid,
But then again, our gods may be annoyed
To make us live long after we have died?
So all must go as all has gone before,
Except your charms - eternal love’s allure.
© Joe Lake
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