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Ohhhh, thanks guys! The festival was held in a little town known as 'The Basin' at the base of the Dandenongs. I live about twenty minutes drive away. They had set up some stalls in the centre of the town, plus a stage where various music groups were playing. Myself and two friends read our poems there, in a cafe called 'Acorn' It was a small friendly crowd, which made it easier. My first poem was about finding closure, the second was about my first trip to Venice. Here's the first one, Wanted: Closure
whereabouts unknown
selective hearing
a spiteful mouth
love given
in small change
not enough
to live on
known to stray
the unwanted:
one child
two broken hearts
Don't know where that one came from!
The second one,
Rapture is Venice
Walking age old
lamp lit streets
and over ancient
bridges drifting
along canals by
gondala in winter
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whereabouts unknown
selective hearing
a spiteful mouth
love given
in small change
not enough
to live on
known to stray
the unwanted:
one child
two broken hearts
Don't know where that one came from!
The second one,
Rapture is Venice
Walking age old
lamp lit streets
and over ancient
bridges drifting
along canals by
gondala in winter
Every time I think or read that one, I'm there.