hosts: Firdaus Parvez & Kala Ramesh
A Thursday Feature.
poet of the month: Gavin Austin
30th November 2023
Gavin Austin lives in Sydney, Australia. His work has been widely published in anthologies and journals, and he has been recognised in literary competitions. In 2016, Gavin was awarded a Writing Fellow of the FAW NSW Inc., and was the Featured Poet in the January 2016 issue of cattails. Also, he was the Poet in Focus 57, Presence #72, March 2022. The Drifting Sands Special Feature, Girt by Sea was Gavin’s undertaking; a partnership of his photography and poetry from Australian writers. He currently has two published poetry collections: Shadow Play, Dragonwick, Aus., and changing light, Alba Publishing, UK. Gavin was shortlisted for a Touchstone Award 2022 for Individual Poem. He is currently completing a collection of haibun and haiku, which he hopes to publish late 2023. You can find Gavin in The Poet’s Hub Gavin Austin – Drifting Sands Haibun – Poet's Hub (drifting-sands-haibun.org)
Unlocked
Most of his dreams are black and white. Yet, when he is left alone to disappear, falling into the abyss within, he dreams with a kaleidoscope of singing colours. Perhaps his truths should be translated, transcribed into some universal language?
Night finds him propped-up in a doorway, waiting for his dreams; sleeve hitched, belt around his left bicep. A gnawing need, hopeless as the madman’s cries haunting empty winter streets, until the colours explode through his veins; sing in his head.
intersection
a neon sign flashes
its silent tale
Drifting Sands #6, December 2020
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Prompt
Dreams! Talk to us about yours!
Some interesting facts about dreams: https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/readersblog/thinkitthrough/the-psychology-of-dreams-46695/
Haibun outside this prompt is welcome too
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Post 1
revised Haiku
THE REST OF MY LIFE
you walk me to my door but say no good night give me no hug no kiss just turn and leave me standing with no explanation no understanding and for days afterwards no word from you and when I call you have gone to parts unknown leaving me bereft and sick and sinking into blackness
a sharp awakening
with the squabble of crows
five years without you
THE REST OF MY LIFE
you walk me to my door but say no good night give me no hug no kiss just turn and leave me standing with no explanation no understanding and for days afterwards no word from you and when I…
Thanks again, everyone, for your wonderful poetry, shared thoughts and kind comments.
I have very much enjoyed the experience of being the featured poet for November.
Take good care and keep well.
Regards,
Gavin
#1---3Dec23
Scape
Even though I'm asleep, I know this is a dream. The appaloosa I'm riding knows it, too----as we gallop on together, chasing the ever-distant yonder.
open bedroom window. . .
a hint of jasmine perhaps
---Billie Dee, USA
feedback welcome
#1 12-2-23
Divergent
After reading the incredible Divergent trilogy and watching the movie several years ago, I subconsciously taught myself how to wake up from a nightmare. If you scream in the nightmare, you can scream in real life. The sound you make will wake yourself up. Magic. Haven’t had a nightmare since.
middle of the night
at death’s door–
I rescue myself
#1 (02/12/23)
Thanks for the suggestion, @sangita kalarickal
Here's the edited version:
Nimbus
Friday, at last! I step into my house and turn the latch, locking the door and the world behind me. I won’t have to open that door and step out into that world until Monday morning when I would live my dreary day job with its bland, tasteless attires and tedious daily routines, until it would be Friday once again.
monochrome sky
i stare at a crow
staring at nothing
I shed my work clothes and stand under the shower, scrubbing myself clean of the boredom of the past five days. My hair, especially, needs a thorough wash. When done, I go to the mirror and shake…