A poem by anne norman
Original post: here
a solitary lightflute keeps vigil on the shore of consciousness
beaming unborn melodies across an ocean of incessant thought
beyond the liminal curve of the ear’s horizon
for Jarrah, who introduced me to the Point Lonsdale Lighthouse
unborn melodies, originally begun inside a lighthouse, during an attempt to catch fleeting melodies as they passed through my shakuhachi. I love reverberant spaces, they inspire me.
The poem has gone through a number of edits… as all poems do. This blog has become a staging post for poems and essays as they happen. Unlike a book, editing and fiddling is always possible. A dangerous, yet interesting form of “publishing.” (Orwell’s Ministry of Truth would have loved wordpress).