hugh wade

Tag: Poetry

  • My New Hat

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    I won’t go back to Nebraska She said as she sold me a hat There’s more of the world here in Newtown And that, my man, is a fact The hatband grabbed my attention Rasta red, yellow and green Then the shape, pattern, colour and pricing Completed the hat of my dreams Perfectly weighted for…

  • When Dad had a stroke

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    Tidying up before you go OBE (Over Bloody Eighty) Tripping through your roots Back home on family soil Touching base with sisters and bro Measure your survival in memories England Scotland Ireland Wales Your Four Nations tour With your loved one by your side O lucky man, To have a second chance and get it…

  • Bronte Midnight

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    Water darting in the rockpools Quicksilvered by the moon Rugged raggedy waves roar          In the nooks and crannies          of the stalwart stones A crinkling luminescence Pulses on the horizon just off Bondi As a darker poem struggles Beneath my hurt and aloneness for the breath of life

  • Haiku #1

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    trembling on a branch shards of snow fading away buds will soon appear

  • Trident Blue Final Mix

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    Here is an audio version of my “bush” poem “Trident Blue“. You can read along by clicking the “Read more” on the RH upper corner of the Soundcloud page 🙂

  • Random travel jottings

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    Random travel jottings   hard to think about there while immersed in here   English cops with machine guns texting at the airport food counter flip flop changes over thirty years back then Spain had armed Guardia Civil England had old, friendly and unarmed bobbies   London, England, a disappointment expensive, over-rated, under-resourced cold, rainy…

  • Urunga Slice

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    A few years ago, I spend a couple of years with my ageing Mum. It was the best of times and the worst of times. My family was grateful for the support of the community in the small coastal town where she lived. This is a thank you to that community. Now that I live…

  • haiku one two three

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    trembling on a branch shards of snow fading away buds will soon appear waves crest unboarded sunlight disappears too soon cold winds kiss the sea years old tears burst free southern highway winter rain hearing sad love songs More with voice and pictures

  • Reflections while sleepless and restless

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    Introspection in the Berlin night time. Thoughts of home and comfort, travel and loneliness. Poetry & photographing things Serving as distractions of the shy From participation in the life of others Abstract data gathering of the now For sometime future presentation As observations from a past imperfect Then what’s left In the space between The…

  • Berlin Impressions

    —

    by

    Hugh Wade
    in

    On my second visit to Berlin, I was based at a friend’s house in Kreuzberg. From there I adventured forth into the unknown … back there I returned to rest and process. These are some of my clumsily remembered impressions. travelling through a data storm places, streets, buildings, people sounds, smells, shadow and light bicycles,…