‘Speechless’ and Other Poetry by Clive Boddy

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Speechless

I have smelt the perfect scent of the flower of a rose,
Known intoxicated freedom where frangipani grows.

Watched majestic rivers meet the wild and moody sea,
And flown right over mountains where only gods should be.

I have drunk the purest water in the deepest caves on earth,
And gazed on golden treasures of the most immeasurable worth.

I have stared and wondered at the emptiness of space,
But nothing leaves me speechless as the beauty of your face.

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Pigs

Pigs who fly are my favourite pigs,
And wheels which won’t go round.
Upstream seas, and winter bees,
And clouds that lie on the ground.
Fork-eaten soup and gobbledegook,
And pennies by the pound.
Snow that rises, nonsense prizes,
And all not lost, not found.

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Originally from England, Clive Boddy is a Yorkshireman currently living in Perth, Western Australia. He is a semi-retired academic and has held professorships in Leadership and Management. His numerous publications include two books on the effects of corporate psychopaths on employees, organizations and society; and a single book of poems called Poems of Love and Location.