Thursday, 6 April 2023

Four Poems by Terry Wheeler

 



distant place

 

(1)

 

born to an

edwardian 

 

city on an

outreach of

 

an empire 

 

that wore

itself out in

 

a second

world war

 

now we 

 

kowtow to

a larger

 

hegemony 

losing face

 

(2)

 

most of those 

sandstone

 

edifices are

no more 

 

replaced by

 

anonymous 

mushrooms 

 

of glass

and concrete

 

nothing meant

 

to last but

a desperate 

 

grasp for a

quick buck


 

 

coronation 

 

zadok the priest

(who does unto 

 

the least) (seven

voices soaring)

 

and nathan

 

the prophet

(handel’s hymn)

 

anointed 

solomon king

 

(who understood

 

words can be

either poison 

 

or fruit

you choose)


 

 

babylon

 

belshazzar johnny cash’s 

first composition was 

recorded for sun records

in nineteen fifty seven

 

johnny knew his bible

daniel’s story about the regent

unable to read the writing

on the wall found wanting 

 

holed up in saugerties after

a world tour and bike accident 

dylan taught this song to his

backing band sans drummer

 

dylan knew his johnny cash

and where to lie low while

his country imploded over

an unwinnable asian invasion

 

nebuchadnezzar the king

of babylon a couple of 

generations earlier spent seven

years exiled in the wilderness 

 

arthur boyd saw blake’s 

tortured image at the tate

later when the monks were

self immolating in protest

 

arthur set fire to that image

in the living room here a print

the king aflame insane falling 

over an australian waterfall


 

 

wichita lineman

 

different

each time

 

more than

the lines 

 

a great song

 

is a place

you often

 

visit yet never

figure out

 

an alchemy 

 

that leaves

you there

 

still on

the line






Terry WheelerAfter graduating from law school in the late 1980s Terry worked in the Australian public service for decades. He was inspired to write after seeing Michael Dransfield poems in The Australian newspaper when a teenager. Terry has been published in Australia and abroad since retiring. He lives in Brisbane when not travelling.

 


1 comment:

  1. I really enjoyed your set of poems. Wichita Lineman was favorite because it made me think.

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