OK so I’ve been moving from Sydney to Chicago with lots of time at a client in Calgary. No posts, but some coming.
In the meantime, based on a note from my colleague Ian Cartwright on an article about Microsoft embracing AMQP, I wrote a little poem, for I am in a very poetic mood at present. I’ll tell you why next week!
There is a message queue open standard /
almost all implementations are free /
it’s the killer app of the internet /
and what’s its name? Lo! It’s SMTP!
Rainy day, ClearCase update.
Dormant CPU.
Zen moment – watching paint dry.
Time for a poem. One from some time ago. Can you feel the angst?
The wishes in a dream
Pebbles for my stream
The rain when it showers
Water for my flowers
The sun when it shines
Music for my rhymes
The wind when it blows
Words for my prose
The fire when it’s burning
Hunger for my yearning
The ice when it’s cold
Glimmer for my gold
The sky when it’s blue
A special place for you
The air when it’s clear
A smile when you’re near
The wishes in a dream
The wishes in a dream
Elizabeth Keogh has been blogging about Haiku lately and this has inspired me to post an extended poem I wrote about 18 months or so ago.
It was written in and about a pizza place called “Bravo” in Sydney. 101 pasta dishes and one of the original late-night gelato bars is their claim to fame.
This one is close to my heart and recalls a bitter-sweet time for me (also a time of prolific poetry in various forms). Thanks, Elizabeth, for the reminder!
Bravo Haiku
Tuesday nights, come rain
or shine. Being like a tree
to help keep me sane
Macchiato hot
Dark brown magic on the tongue
Hitting the right spot
A Peroni beer
Golden bubbles cool the heat
Poetry is here
Writing and thinking
Creativity changes
Violet shrinking
Pizza is the fare
Pasta choice one-hundred one
Enough here to share
Gelati come next
Sweet springtime caressing lips
Polishing the text
Alla prossima
setimana, allora
‘Ciao’ is pro forma.
Joshua Graham 2004
