Poems by Ivan Donn Carswell
Travellers Whom We Met
... And nights were filled with endless fun ...
Travelling on the thumb
... The sight and sound of vehicles slowing down from highway speed ...
Twenty Four Hour Embrace
... Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, ...
Uncommon common sense
... She directed the mans responses to issues with urgent consequences ...
Water Babes
... in a careless encounter the stream buoyed her up in a swirling embrace, ...
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy
... as beset us when we danced on its eve til dawn ...
We, The Living
... destroyed for words to dam emotions that jumbled on their stoicism ...
What a weekend
... our only fear is that FIFA again will fall on their faces and the disgraces ...
What does it take?
... or reprieve? Please, what does it take to make the picture clearer ...
When I Close My Eyes
... yet I feel the closeness of your lips and kiss the shadows of your eyes ...
When We Were Young
... then together we held our chilled fingers over the roaring stove ...
Where The Creek Used To Run
... in a valley redolent with green and khaki hills ...
Worthy Places
... Trees where sacred ships and flying things, offering respite, ...
Your noble reign
... Happy Birthday John, youve travelled well and strong although ...
Your Voices Joined Is All It Takes
... is it too late to stem the tide that rushes from our past denied ...
