Wayne Scheggia is a Victorian, living in cultural exile in Western Australia.
He knows a little bit about a lot of stuff which makes him very good at wide ranging shallow conversations, to which many of the women in his life will attest.
He is in denial about an ego that subconsciously drives him to seek publication of his poetry, (which he adores), but finds a very limited wider audience. Occasionally, he writes something that is worth a second read by more discerning individuals.
Have a look at his latest offerings and see what you think…
Realizing 1976
on waves
carried forward
sixteen
with all the opportunity
that the tide presents
to be dashed
in an instant
upon the rocks of youth
or ride the ninety mile beach
to its conclusion
now
spent upon the sand
yearning
for the choice
of you
forgive me my mistakes
I was only a teenage God
Heaven
Son
little boy knows
she’s not around
thinks Heaven’s in the attic
she’s just changing the light bulb
how long will it take
Daughter
she
held a posy
in the rain
staring down
at the earth
saw a box
named mother
eight years old
can’t understand
Husband
in front of the television
for fifteen years
she worked
and birthed
and mothered
and slaved
and died
now
he can’t find the remote control
for grief
Family
together
they walk up the staircase
and take a seat in the darkness
of Heaven
Mary Had Me.
je suis
tu as
nous sommes
because you’re with me
dripping black
voided pool
of nothing
when you’re not
it’s Mary
she had a little lamb,
that’s what women do
