(OR 'The Alpine Longing" verses written out of the rejection of pessimism and doom-feeling when a plague of true grief and loss hit me for real life, as a despair was on my soul. Somehow, resolving the human condition with an affirmation against the unbelievers. Sung ironically, to the very end, to the tune of the old Plague song: 'Oranges and Lemons']
Drink in the sky, sip
Of the winds
Raise arms on the
Mountaintop
Up the clouds!
Up. The distill of ether
Nerves along
swift's wings on
Kosciusko
Ommegga!
ALPHAA!
Oennppellii!
NOVA HOLLANDAE
NOVA NEVER NEVER
Let thin drops
of Blue down
Your elbows. Sight
the breaking peaks!
Feel toes pearl
in your footholds
EARTH is
-----------holding
-------------------- Holding
------------------------------HOLDING!
.........and we all fall down
1990 © Wayne David Knoll
Notes: Living in declared love and too volatile in the jeopardy of life for the most high. I love hilltops: Muses Hill (Little Hampton, Vic.) Blue Mount (Trentham), Knoll's Knoll (Burleigh) Judith Rodriguez called this "a remarkable jubilation."
Compost of Dreams
Monday, March 5, 2007
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About Me
- Wayne D Knoll
- I am a 4th-to-6th generation Australian of Silesian (Prusso-Polish), Welsh, Schwabian-Württemberg German, yeoman English, Scots, & Cornish stock; all free settlers who emigrated between 1848-1893 as colonial pioneers. I am the 2nd of 7 brothers and a sister raised on the income off 23 acres. I therefore belong to an Australian Peasantry which historians claim doesn't exist. I began to have outbreaks of poetry in 1975 when training for a Diploma of Mission Theology in Melbourne. I've since done a BA in Literature and Professional Writing and Post-graduate Honours in Australian History. My poem chapbook 'Compost of Dreams' was published in 1994. I have built a house of trees and mud-bricks, worked forests, lived as a new-pioneer, fathered-n-raised two sons and a daughter, and am now a proud grandfather. I have worked as truck fresh-food farmer, a freelance foliage-provider, been a member of a travelling Christian Arts troupe, worked as duty officer and conflict resolutionist with homeless alcoholic men, been editor/publisher of a Journal of Literature for Christian Pilgrimage, a frontier researcher, done poetry in performance seminars in schools and public events.
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