Sometimes the demands of daily life mean we can’t see the forest for the trees, suggests Flinders University media student Nick Gibbs in the first of these two poems submitted to Poet’s Corner.
Sedate the Masses
Swearing at a driver,
Who cut you off in traffic,
Disputes over a fiver,
Turns normal people manic.
Basic daily chores,
Require a sedative,
No threat of famine or war,
Proof stress is relative.
Food on the table,
Protection from the weather,
Family life is stable,
Perspective lost forever.
Happiness can disappear –
when the forest hides the trees,
Take a deep breath and count to ten –
you’ll eventually find your keys.
The Definition of Cliché
Day turns to night,
Time gels together,
A constant fight,
It was supposed to be forever.
Trying hard to keep,
When it’s so easy to replace,
Sacred is obsolete,
Next to chivalry and chaste.
Machines evolved to close the gap,
Signalling the death of the letter,
Not far behind, the physical map,
And loneliness more prevalent than ever.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
The definition of cliché,
Can’t help but to stop and ponder,
If distance will make you pay.
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Nick Gibbs is a big music fan, and most weekends attends one live venue or another. He is a strong supporter and member of the Australian Conservation Foundation, and a keen amateur fisherman.
Readers’ original and unpublished poems up to 30 lines can be emailed, with postal address, to [email protected]. A poetry book will be awarded to each contributor.