inspired by the poem 'Rapture' by Gemma White, a poet from Melbourne
Ah, rapture so rare--the bliss of the favoured
the few selected? The dream of the poet the idealist or the philosopher? Most lives linger rather in rupture or displeasure-
and as for me the lonely wanderer
in life's remote pasture my raison d'etre to discover have only found there's hardly any wonder
hither and thither-
all is haze and mist a moment never
even to have a glimpse of the shadow
of rapture
Melb, 31st August, Sunday, 2.25 pm