Sunday, 17 September 2017

young spring...

young spring humbly begs
crusty old winter's sharp winds
let me be what I must be

no compassion
I want a final fling taunts
winter's frosty ageing glare

Sunday, 22 May 2016

we pengamen...

Poem by Susie Clevenger
Image from Songs from the street: The underworld of Indonesian buskers - SMH April 18, 2015

we pengamen
stain the streets with
disposable music
so they say

we got to prick a conscience or two

we pengamen
get locked away
tossed into an underworld
of shame

we busker on

we got to prick a conscience or two

we pengamen
are filth
a worthless underclass
so they say

our feet beat the streets 
we busker on
and on

we got to to prick a conscience

we got to put some soul
some tender music soul

in your shoes

Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Play It Again, Toads

Wednesday, 18 May 2016


he loves animals
the kookaburra personalities
the whimsical cats
the playful dogs
in fact
anything that breathes
(and is non-human)
softens the crunchy sparks
so near the surface

traffic snarls
slow traffic lights
traffic dreamers
supermarket dawdlers
bring out the bite
the vicious bite

he is obsessed with documentaries
(mainly wildlife Attenborough style)
but also ones that explore
the gruesome... 
the unsolved murders
the accidents
the up close and personal worlds of
forensic pathologists

he used to love dancing
a master of moves...
now he just thinks about it
with the odd spurt here and there
when the beat kicks him

he's weathered
but the glint of humour
never stops...
one crack leads to another

on another side

he ambles the less travelled byways
if the weather's fine
and he's in the mood

 deep down
in quiet times
he feels the winds of the universe
he hears 
the words

he could be a tree
always listening

Linking to;
dVerse - Poetics - Character Study

Sunday, 15 May 2016

a sunset sigh...

autumn moment 
of memories

autumn sunset
cool sigh
of other light

your sunset
your memory
my autumn

Linking to:
Poets United - Poetry Pantry #302

Saturday, 14 May 2016


our lyrics
our wind-song

we glide to the light
of our street lamp

never heeding
the beat of
set to clip

our words


Some words sprinkled through the poem connect with T.S.Eliot's Rhapsody on a Windy Night,
and a brief nod to Eliot's Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Let's visit the family

Sunday, 8 May 2016

if I shrink you...

if I shrink you
a package of young, sweet innocence
that you may have been

will I remember you

or will
I lose sight of you ...

will I sour ...


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Sunday Mini-Challenge - Harrows and Hallows

Friday, 6 May 2016

smashed sounds...

smashed sounds deform memory... I 
remember when the House of Song welcomed new flowers, and temples would have
sacred hymns and dances, waiting for the time when jaguars should have been
given the right to succeed. Jaguars are always looking
for Quetzalcoatl, accepting his musical peace, his wisdom refined for
the chant of drum or flute.  Sadly, my
                                              song meandered into a mish-mash of literary left-overs. My own
                                              personal, interpetation of a cultural room
                                              is now reserved for
                                             claustrophobic breathing time
                                              squeezed among
smashed sounds, decomposing in my... ruins

I used a poem by Mexican poet Coral Bracho -
translated by Tom Boll and Katherine Pierpoint.
The poem is called Among These Ruins.
(The last word of each line, read vertically, represents a line from this poem = The Golden Shovel Form).
The early images I describe represent Aztec culture and their love of poetry.
I was surprised that poetry was an essentail part of the educational curriculum.

flower songs - combined the sacred with worldy themes in poetry.
jaguars - represented warriors in poetry.
Quetzalcoatl - patron deity of the cities and giver and teacher of poetry.

Linking to:
d'Verse Meeting the Bar: The Golden Shovel form
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