The carers recommend walks and so she watches the passing of concrete beneath feet and stick. Her brown cardigan cranked to arching and her free hand behind her hip trying to fend off pain’s whorls. On the path a tumbled camellia bends its colour to every foot... she remembers dancing with Charlie Written for Twiglet … Continue reading Kyphosis
she occupies the cusp where shoppers exit bringing out privilege’s bright shadows filmed in plastic the weather pretends nothing here no friends no green lace no cushioning from glare see fingers bared to frost-wounds like bloodied stars and skin broken open in climate’s heave & yaw amongst this dirt, this raw rasp of pavement life … Continue reading Mary
Clover Hitch the clover is in full reach again path’s curve swoons beneath and when rain gallops a million pale dots across the park I see little white flowers fragmented by the storm spring gathers what summer deploys At dVerse this week, Bjorn asks us to create our own aphorisms. I came up with "Spring … Continue reading #dVerse Aphorisms
A Poet’s Work
He comes the other way, a belly of puffing in his mouth. A child’s floral sun hat rests on his bald head and he carries an oven rack that swings with his stride. My mind dandles oddities knowing he’s done my work for me. dVerse Quadrille "work" hosted by msjadeli
"Sky above Clouds by Georgia O'Keaffe" imagine if lily pads were white the polka dot of ponds & frogs glare-blind, still blinking that’s what I see on a wandered Sunday when yellow is the primary fruit seven cockatoos splay a bush & like big white magnolia flowers they oblige the afternoon with glowing & above … Continue reading Excuse Me
the night the clouds were freed
This is for Visual Verse Anthology September issue. I haven't posted the image in case others want to submit. This poem will not be submitted. we make the clouds clouds of spume of earth’s breath we’re all waiting for Numeena, waiting in the light-scuffed sea here, here she comes now stepping down from the iron-filing … Continue reading the night the clouds were freed
DARK MATTER will we find the fabric of darkness buried in a mine shaft? this scrim tide that hurricanes through me might leave its finger print on pure crystal like a disrespectful thief, then in dogmatic spin hold its skirt hems tight to its centre and never be seen again. This was written for Twiglet … Continue reading Twiglet #294
Shoes of Dinosaurs
We borrowed our shoes from a dinosaur on the hill each foot crashing with indispensable decisions - mammoth & satisfying. Giant houses & wrathful money seem smart in the clammy fists of men until cash tires & desire becomes jaded, slipping to the floor like damp newspaper. Frogs, fat on sugar & the gratis of … Continue reading Shoes of Dinosaurs
Those Old Days
Pick a venue now, bouncer in black curly ear-cord heading ‘round the back like his old house phone’s been filed hidden tight away, like his neoprene smile. A line of glitz straggles from the stairs bum skirts, high heels, production hair strapless bras, assets wrapped for display, earrings dangle long, the click and sway. Dudes … Continue reading Those Old Days
Season of immolation guts & bones ribs seared to white sun-glare, heat-dash pebbles’ broken-tooth chatter underfoot, a rolled ferry carcass, & bridges that span simmering air. Water runs, they say to some finish line taking life with it. From rock to rock we mark the passing - rivers as graveyards - such fundamental deaths. Written … Continue reading Water Runs
I wait, four curtains distant, eyelids guard my memories: her in dusk’s clothing, beauty like the clean evening mist that hangs from lavender’s tips, never to rust. There’s power in fading away... Rust, it’s silent, inevitable journey from skin to heart. But I clean and clean, preserving beauty, love framed with the gnarled timbre of … Continue reading I Wait
Surprisingly I’m still the same Unable to resist sunshine in cloth, must hold it to my Nose and breathe. Sleep Leans in then and I am a child again, Gazing over my little batik sarong, its smell a Hammock for my Tiredness. In its quiet hug, I am safe. Written for dVerse Poetics. "Common Scents"
by day molecules riff, sun-flit is held in air pressing shadows flat: inconstant contrast and then you come egalitarian night, your sky is taut a moonless traverse yet still, my cheeks feel the rushing written for dVerse poetics. "4 elements"
a crackle of cockatoos & deafening smoke feathers take on the gore flint sharp, the white-hooked scream Written for Sarah's dVerse poetics. "the 4 elements"
Unpack horizon’s duffle of trinket light and cloud swarm - evening tumbles down among winter scrums. Chorus of men in rhapsodic echo, and porous thump, ball changes hands - a caress of lavender sky. Two dozen loves before game’s end... it’s a stretch Written for Twiglet #292 "it's a stretch"
I Heart Earth
tectonic love, I know you’re too old to start again you swaddle me in your gauzy scarf those rapscallion clouds spelling sunsets or possibly the daydreams of fire ants nest unravelled one cicada alone is beautiful beaten rainbow wings - (note the azalea swirls like shokunin steel) but we are a carnival roaring against your … Continue reading I Heart Earth
Mt Ainslie Saturday Morning Mouldy mountain, clear sky above A cloud’s embrace, the wettest love Duck the hug and miss the scene droplet’s wink and boastful green Timid trunks swim through grey but treetops brush the damp away Mouldy mountain, clear sky above A cloud’s embrace, the wettest love Written for Grace's dVerse Poetics prompt … Continue reading #dVerse Octelle
The Scratch a face // the colour of porridge gone cold we’re all spun // wool in a ball ‘til the inner cat comes silent pounce draws blood unravelling tide and dreams: red plastic envelopes // hanging on the line type O+ is harder to find written for whimsygizmo's dVerse quadrille "type"
Tourist Without a Dictionary Beneath every mountain is a map flung but unsung by ravensong or the witchcraft of breeze-saying. When we walk, breath coarse as ice flow from this snow-crusted air, I stop on thigh-sore’s pitch and turn to the view. There it is, the sprawl of our city, roof-tumble and tree toss and … Continue reading Twiglet #290
Slaves of Citrus
You caught me stealing at dusk limes from our neighbour’s tree; they were yellow and cold. but you with your lilac smile you dangled, fishing-line easy pilfering light from a company of unrisen stars. I ducked inside cheeks pink as the froth of clouds but you smarmied on, shameless as Fagan It's little consolation knowing … Continue reading Slaves of Citrus
Quadrille #156 “Wrap”
Truckie's Idyll Wrap me in kitsch this adumbral night; purple me with stars and a step-through moon. Set me to rolling milestone swift, swath-bottomed and cone-eyed, trundling beneath branches that crowd like puzzle pieces, roadside grasses breathe me in and out - feathered lungs fanfaring dreams Written for dVerse - Mish's Quadrille prompt "wrap"
“Hello,” they say with their Whitsunday smiles white as glint. Well, it’s true the sun brims in tagging bikinis and crepe crisp pants and noses licked with silver, and golfing men who follow their bellies down the street every skin crevice deep with red Crows, currawongs and gulls haggle with tourists, and the simpering sea... … Continue reading Hamilton Island
#dVerse Poetics – Fractals
Shoal Cloud periwinkle stars quilted and filtered squamous morsels light the tickled sand shadows twine and splice scales' pleated sheen a thousand bright flecks forming the dark fish shoal cloud rides the tide’s skin blowy as bird feathers carapaced in silver then surface whips white tipped fin & flip unfolding the eloquence of sharks written … Continue reading #dVerse Poetics – Fractals
茶 I saw you at the beach today sharing auburn like a breeze and that one tattoo, soft on your neck red hair sunset the smell of oolong cha Written for Twiglet #288 "Sunset in a cup"
Photography on Whitehaven Beach
indigo brooms gather sea and sky into giant opals, their sprawl and gleam between hoop pines' earnest green even in the lens, light ticks here like halyard snap this beach of white, a glittering bosom spinnaker unfurled I'm whip blind crouching in the rip of sand stars hitchhiking - the spitting wind whittles to one … Continue reading Photography on Whitehaven Beach
Song of a Whitsunday Raindrop
we’ll sink the mountains from above close in on this dark jungle - white sea foam and blow-fingered palms that gesture in the topping breeze disparaging the sky all night on and on the staccato drum gentle as penury, these bloodless coins tropical and fat dousing the grass flying night, we’re starless, and full of … Continue reading Song of a Whitsunday Raindrop
Image by Students at Wangari Maathai International School today in a cave, neck craned we saw fig roots long and plaited their wild search for life cracking limestone in plunging serrations and watch how we dangle our Earth from carbon’s canopy sky we’re leaning over mountains, taking our planet skydiving through time’s twist and drizzle … Continue reading Hunger’s Glare
#MTB dVerse “Moralising”
Holding the Sky this windward evening rests green and purple... the suppuration of cloud hearts permeates permeates grey tree skeletons and the clack clack of their shadows scything through the grass. winter dusk is perfect as a pantomime face - summer’s stolen apricots thick on her eyelids I turn to cross the road and see … Continue reading #MTB dVerse “Moralising”
#Petite Pen #Twiglet
Ron Hicks Unwanted our child my belly and you list losses... tears of griffins couldn’t salt my heart like your face now blank as the steel sky oh grant me some bloody sun Written for K. Hartless' Petite Pen Ekphrasis - Ron Hicks' artwork and Misky's Twiglet #283 (steel sky)
the final flood
I am here for another birth metastasizing darkness the way afternoon sun treats the day to riches I suppose death lies for us all somewhere between our pillow and a dream in the moment when breath escapes the inevitable frangipani storm // the sawing sea I must go in for the fog is rising pressing … Continue reading the final flood