Bryan Sefton : Writing

Doers and Dreamers

Doers and Dreamers

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


I was a dreamer.
The Hidden Guru.

The Hidden Guru.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


I sat looking across the road at an old man, who sat looking across the road at an old man. I wrote this story around him. I wonder what he wrote abou..
The Silver Framed Photo.

The Silver Framed Photo.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


She, he, and the photo and story are true. The story I dressed but I hope it turned out to be true.
The Rictus Man.

The Rictus Man.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


I was drawn to a line I read about the rictus smile of a dead person. I thought "i know him!"
A Childs Imagination.

A Childs Imagination.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


Are all children's friends imaginary?
Platonic.

Platonic.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


You sit across You smile a lot Your skin is soft But it is not For touching Your eyes are warm Inviting? Sure But telling me They're only fo..
Broken Butterfly.

Broken Butterfly.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


On the pavement amid the litter Soon to be swept into the past The colour red amid the dark and grey A little piece of colour frittered Nondescr..
Fear Does this.

Fear Does this.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


Written when the Taliban took over Afghanistan. Dreading what might happen.
Nightlife.

Nightlife.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


A children's poem.
Goyathlay and The Boy Reader.

Goyathlay and The Boy Reader.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


A poem about Geronimo.