by Greg Tome
Waking hours spent reciting old poems Prayers he considers go up in smoke Dredging memories from his different homes but confined here at one fell stroke Not a familiar figure since he last awoke except kindly nurses in their space age gear It’s ages since he smiled, ages since he spoke he has plenty to think about, plenty to fear His mouth and nose imprisoned, no room for a tear he welcomes gas forcibly entering his chest He bundles memories, fights to keep them clear but his sins haunt him, none of them confessed Like a knight nearing the end of his quest he scans the horizon, he ponders his past His life nearly ended, it’s time for his rest his fist tightly clenched, he breathes his last
It was only some time after he had retired from teaching Secondary School History that Greg Tome spent time writing poetry. Since then he has had two books published by Ginninderra Press, Watching from the Shadows and Tilting at Time. He has had a number of poems published in literary magazines, the most recent by BlazeVOX.
He is an active member of the Southern Highlands branch of the Fellowship of Australian Writers where he is the convenor of activities associated with etymology.
Tome also enjoys writing ten minute plays which are performed in a local short play competition.