Natural

By Terry Wilson

Terry Wilson wallows in his reverie and embarks on a journey of profound experiences brimmed with an exceptionally natural flow of language. Terry leaves the reader in complete awe who tend to get lost with him along the way. The prudent choice of words and a great command over the language engraves a deeper impact in the minds so as to reflect over life and its prospects with a poignant overflow of wisdom and truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Aug 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781528967464

Terry Wilson

Terry Wilson lives in Adelaide, South Australia. His previous books are Fifty, Natural, Fox Spirit and The Lane and Other Poems

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About the Author

Terry Wilson lives in Adelaide, Australia. Terry’s previous collection was Fifty.

About the Book

Terry Wilson wallows in his reverie and embarks on a journey of profound experiences brimmed with an exceptionally natural flow of language. Terry leaves the reader in complete awe who tend to get lost with him along the way. The prudent choice of words and a great command over the language engraves a deeper impact in the minds so as to reflect over life and its prospects with a poignant overflow of wisdom and truth

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Copyright © Terry Wilson (2019)

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Dedication

A big thank you to the staff of Austin Macauley for making possible the publication of my books Fifty and Natural.

A Few Horses

A circle is drawn around each of us

An earth’s circumference

Of perhaps a metre across

We never leave it in this life

Or even go to the edge of it, its outskirts.

If we walk over in that direction

Perhaps trying to disguise our intention

It self-corrects and moves with us.

To go there is customarily seen

As a long and dangerous journey

Guarded, sometimes guided, by

Scorpion gods and wild dog gods

Wisdom figures made of sand

That crackle like lightning.

We are already at the Jerusalem point

Why go anywhere else?

Why destroy ourselves with this wild behaviour?

You saw a few horses standing ready in a street

Obviously in need of riders

Besides the old Bedouin waved you over

Me, are you sure?

We are fine to travel anywhere we want

Anywhere on earth

Yet to cross over that half a metre

Breaks a fundamental law.

Our families and societies call us by name

More than the Bedouin figure ever did.

Come closer, we can’t throw rocks that far.

Don’t imagine you can return if it doesn’t work out.

I am not imagining anything.

Babies of the Bible

Let’s take the story and shake it.

Adam was created in his full glowing form

That is, fully adult.

Eve was also created fully formed

As an adult.

It means their offspring were the first children

The first who started small and grew in size.

It was shocking to the new parents

First-time parents in every sense

To see what skin-contained really means

Beings without Being as they knew it

Next-rung-down-Creation

Composed of compost, of the earth

Like a chemistry set

Unable to glow

The light from the sky retreated within

Under fat.

We are hopeful and full of hope.

A mother’s lack of motherhood skills is a great blessing

If she is blessed.

Learning by doing means

You learn by your mistakes.

You grow as a person while

Your children grow as people.

No wonder it turned out badly.

Always in difficulty and hungry

Scraping their sucked-in bellies across a

Parched dry land

They made a great noise of lamentation.

The land was without relent tars and spikes.

Hundreds of children came through

The narrow reed that was Eve.