poetry : Brett Fish

POME: the very nature of things [written at Namrock ‘10]

wind, take a bough then send it crashing to the ground water, flow slowly along pummelling, pummelling, the rocks beneath the surface smoothing their edges by sheer weight of temporal force little bird, glide smoothly through the air then swoop, crashing through the water’s uncreased surface and fly away once more, carrying death back to feed your children blow, gentle cool breeze upon the dying embers breathing new life into them breathing, breathing and suddenly [...]

By brettfish|2010-06-23T14:34:17+02:00June 23rd, 2010|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

the word church, 'church', church is a verb.

last nite at enGAGE (our sunday evening vineyard church congregation weekly gathering) we held an open mic vibe not after ‘church’, not on a different day to ‘church’, not instead of ‘church’, but as church, and it was great it was a celebration of some of the talents and giftings that God has placed in different people in our group and so we sat around tables and munched on chips and sweets and spinach and [...]

By brettfish|2010-05-24T07:34:25+02:00May 24th, 2010|church|0 Comments

Pome: you call that a scar?

With vacant eyes staring off into the distance You stare at nothing in particular As another drop of blood silently drips to the floor Screaming out your loneliness and rejection Though no-one is around to hear The darkness pulls itself a little closer Embracing you as you welcome it You are alone As I was Surrounded by people and none of them understood, the pain the depth of my isolation Yet I too embraced it [...]

By brettfish|2010-05-03T06:24:53+02:00May 3rd, 2010|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

Pome: Cell'ing your soul (a.k.a Sign on the dotted telephone line)

Ah, there you are I sense you, reaching for me again Not because you need me Just because you need to make sure I'm there I am your preciouss "A convenience" was my way in "A necessity" is what I've become But you don't even notice As I continue to slowly, subtly infiltrate your life You smile as you convince yourself that you are in charge And back it up by reminding the world that [...]

By brettfish|2010-05-03T06:17:05+02:00May 3rd, 2010|poems and other creativity|1 Comment

pome: raiSIN, the dead!

cold, haunting wind blows effortlessly against the backdrop of the eerie silence composing illusions of an ominous chill creeping ever closer corrupting everything in its path silhouetted shadows cast their gaze upon the still, small body that lies unmoving on the table edge cold and lifeless, you lie there tiny shrivelled body unwanted, unclaimed just a pathetic testimony to your own immense waste of an existence of space. black and squishy mercilessly discarded stepped on [...]

By brettfish|2010-04-15T04:04:50+02:00April 15th, 2010|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

pome: the final Word

"It is finished!" Words spoken, No, shouted, from a death bed. Following the pronouncement of having been forsaken. Left alone, deserted, strung out to die. Calling for a father who has turned his back Unable to cast his eyes on a son so full of disappointments, Shame. Broken dreams; shattered hopes. What had become out of all that was possible. And so, "It is finished" - signalling the end, the final deathblow? But wait, one [...]

By brettfish|2010-04-06T03:53:09+02:00April 6th, 2010|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

poem: twice prodigal

Twice Prodigal Have I walked this path? I can not remember having come this way before; Yet... strange feeling of familiarity haunts me As each step I take brings me closer to home... I still taste the pods I fed those wretched swine A plague reminder of my sin and shame upon my tongue Hazy images of the land I'm walking: Imagination.. ...or memory? Something is not quite right Can't put my finger on it Inheritance [...]

By brettfish|2010-04-06T03:49:11+02:00April 6th, 2010|God stuff, life, shtupidt people|0 Comments