THE WORD


LOST

We nearly made it through winter; and then the storm came. Unexpected. plunged us into despair as we searched coast and shoreline for Natalie. She was lost. Missing. She has not been found. Natalie was a faithful one at the Dangerous Microphone. We will tell poems for her at the open microphone. And sing too. Songs of remembrance. Words of memorial.

This month we are at NgAnga’s Gallery, The Mussel Inn and on the last Wednesday we plug in the Dangerous Microphone at the Dangerous Kitchen once again.

On the first Dangerous Microphone for the new season, we will open with a time of tributes to Natalie.  If you have a song or poem or just a few words, we would love to hear them.

Our featured guest at this month’s Acid on the Microphone is Kabra Kadabra.

Keep the family together by getting along to one of these open mic gatherings. Love to see you there.

Peace
Mark Raffills
Golden Bay Live Poets Society

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a sea of sorrow

We swim through a sea of sorrow
Looking for the fire on the shore
We strike the water, take a breath
And then we take one more.
This granite mountain, cloaked in grey,
Cold compassion at its core
We speak to it as best we can
Its heart locked by an iron door.
Outside the rule of fate or favour
Just a little bread we ask for
A midnight prayer, a drop of blood
Against the light the darkness swore.
We swim through a sea of sorrow
Drowning in the love adored
No silence in the hiss of the sea
Or in the ocean’s mighty roar.
Mark Raffills
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