other maypoles...

shedding maypoles
lambent colours
anticipate 
autumn winds
will trigger
the dance



Poetry form: free verse



NOTES
The photo is a view of autumn vines between trees at Red Hill...
Many trees split their bark or shed layers of it.

And so closes another year of National Poetry Writing Month...
I achieved my goal of 30 poems in 30 days...
* for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads prompts - 29 poems
* for Poets United - 1 poem
Thank you ever so much to the hosts for providing inspiration for us!


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Poetising the Maypole

window ledge...

window frame
of morning
buzzing with
a micro landscape of
innuendo

a ledge
divides and
multiplies

composed 
poised
nonchalent
ruffle of a smile
a little figure
sheathed in 
elfin threads
elfin glad rags

she could be happy

but her eyes 
seal
the secret of
her frozen moment

all I see
in my moment
is
a young girl
framed

in but not of

my scraps of autumn
oddments of the colours in my life
beyond

our ledge
divides and
multiplies

Poetry form: free verse - 79 words



NOTES
This is one of several little whimsical figurines on my bedroom window ledge.
Outside, autumn days, autumn lights are closing in.


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Instapoetry - no more than 100 words

peel me away...

extrovert teacher
insignificant socialite

eclectic painter...
weaving
the invisible 
deep in the tapestry of
 poetry in motion

(coffee connoisseur
daily)

camera lens
feeling the screams and nuances of the world

weeping willow on some days
an oak on others

vintage car
struggling to shine
for new times to come

 paradox




Poetry form: free verse - 50 words


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Words Count

in a confined sweet space...

meander
a small path around trees 
and stones

meander to

a
secluded
worldless
toneless 
small room

feel
inside
a bucolic silence
easing the raging colours of the mind

and welcome

the slow 
mandala harmonies of

a humble heart

willing to share
a bowl of tea with

a stranger


Poetry form: free verse



NOTES
I found two interesting websites on the life of Sen no Rikyu and the tea ceremony  HERE and HERE
One particular comment - Rikyu contributed the idea that there should be a doorway to the tea room that requires guests to bend to enter the room - a sign of humility.
From Imaginary Toads I selected:
'When you serve tea to your guests, you should simply serve tea from your heart, and think about nothing more.' 



Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - The Way of Tea

fragments of a prince...

thieves in the temple
struck down by
his diamond cane


cinnamon girl and
purple rain
touched a tragic prince


he sought his old soul
seeking gold
like a poor man lost



Poetry form: lune


NOTE
 I have always been fascinated how Prince kept his faith intact
and managed to sing from a wild, even raunchy spirit.
Only in Purple Rain and Cinnamon Girl could I find a fusion of the two.
And then, there is the secret line in Thieves in the Temple where Prince mentions seeking the soul...


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform

I was... I have become...

I come from a Sydney time when
a clothes line strung between posts
became a rotary line
when a cane wash basket
became a plastic one

I come from the necessity of a small chicken run and a veggie patch
fruit trees and
shrubs for shade

I come from the value of a big back yard
a grass one
room for playing

I come from the joy of spending time with my quiet father at weekends
just walking
together
in bushland
and sharing
wild wonders

I come from the pain of losing my father when I was only 12



I come from heady study days balancing uni and work
with no parental safety net
(my mother lived for my brother, her garden and her dogs)


I come from the struggle of turning shyness into social awareness
I come from confusion and loneliness


&&&&


I am from new beginnings

I am from heartbreak and 
desperate Tai Chi in Tasmania and 
a sudden scrappy life in Melbourne

but
I am now from peninsula worlds
where mountain and sea are my friends


I am from
my camera
seeking the beauty in small things

I am from
a dream
to teach
and live that dream


I am from
the voice
the soul
within

my poetry



Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Where Do I Come From

in the days of weeping colours...

in the days of weeping colours
when sugar-froths pepper the blue
I remember the honey-dance times
when we were two

when we were two cappucinos
mind-tasting a one-stream street
I remember the jasmine secret
when we were sweet

once we were sweet guitar strings
harmonising fruit pie and cream
I remember the last dessert
when we un-teamed

when we un-teamed our colours
and spiked our sugars with salt
I remember the boom-crash-opera
our tectonic fault


so now
silhouette-shame of mine
cowering in a wrathful shrine
bury your pungent rust
in the looming arctic-dust




NOTE
The autumn photo above is fresh from the camera.
A walk in autumn worlds this afternoon at Red Hill was a wonder of leaf colour.


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Kenning

to the Bard...

If poets be the soul of life, write on.
Give me a feast of words that fill the mind,
Where meaning trumps the sturdy lexicon
And warms the coldest heart of our mankind.
If poets be the touch of dusks and dawns,
The tune of leaves bereft of mother tree,
The dance of lively youth like playful fawns,
Please let their landscapes linger close to me.
If poets be the eyes of dreams, dream well.
Give me a vision laced with rhythmic sounds
Where music rings the senses like a bell
And porters shine in priceless golden crowns.
A bard once felt the pulse of inner lives.
He breathes within our darkest, deep archives.




NOTES
There are a couple of connections with Shakespeare drizzled through the sonnet.
- the first line and the reference to a bell and porter.
Orsino, in Twelfth Night says - If music be the food of love play on... - upper class romance and style
The bell is often a warning of a significant turn in Shakespeare's plays - often associated with death
The porter has a significant cameo scene in Macbeth - for serious humour and a representation of the lower class
Also, Shakespeare's plays include many references to nature - often symbolic references


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Let's Tip our Hats to the Bard

an earth lament...

Earth Day 2016 - Google



my seas 
gave you horizons
but you gave me tears

I am the swan

my mountains 
gave you stars
but you gave me sneers

I am the swan on ice

my trees 
gave you shade
but you  gave me fears

I am the dying swan 

a sea of tears
sneering peaks and
broken trees

legacy of
nurturing years


I am the dying swan on thin ice




Poetry form: free verse


NOTES
In line with the concept of dance embedded in this prompt,
my thoughts turned to Anna Pavlova and The Dying Swan dance created for her to perform in 1905.
There have been numerous adaptations of this dance including Swan Lake
and skate choreography...
With spotlights giving the ice the effect of water at night, Miss Henie, outlined in a blue light, performed the dance made immortal by Pavlova.
- The New York Times - 1936 on Sonja Henie's performance on ice.


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - a dance rhythm for Earth Day

it's not my job...

The poachers had been in the park before, in 2010, 
when they killed about a dozen elephants
and two park guards.
This time, they were shooting elephants in far greater numbers,
and in some cases
sawing off the tusks while the animals were still alive.

Elephants are under siege throughout Africa
Demand for ivory is increasing in Asia

ivory cigarette holders, chopsticks,
and even carved miniature elephants.

In Hong Kong,
a pair of carved tusks can be worth two hundred thousand dollars.

Their ivory,
sometimes called hot ivory or pink ivory,
is especially coveted on the illegal market.


Turkalo told me,
“It’s not my job to create security.
My job is to come here every day and observe elephants.”
Standing on the viewing platform,
as the mist lifted after a rain,
she looked out at the elephants
milling around the clearing.

“I’m pretty realistic about what these animals are up against,
their world has become extremely imperilled.
We’re losing the war
to save it."


Poetry form: erasure poetry



NOTES
This poem is based on an article in The New Yorker - May 11. 2015
It's entitled Elephant Watch.



Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - An Elephantine Challenge

half-baked...

I wanted all the money in the world           
                                                       but I could not spend it or even give it away

Remember the monkey's paw


I wished to go back to the days when being a homemaker were valued
                         but I became a handmaid


He wanted to be the greatest musician who ever lived
          and so he died

She wanted to be forever young


Remember Dorian Gray




Poetry form: free verse



NOTES
I decided to link the concept of this prompt with literature.
The following are the narratives considered.
All the Money in the World - Bill Brittain
The Monkey's Paw - W.W.Jacobs
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
Soul Music - Terry Pratchett
The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - When Good Wishes Go Bad...

a man and a woman...

a tradie was once feeling knackered
stuffed from a round of hard yakka
so late in the arvo
he dropped in the bottle-o
and was pissed to the gills - what a slacker



a woman was once feeling aggro
she'd fought the local garbo
so she chucked a sickie
donned some lippie
and flirted at the local servo




Poetry form: limerick



NOTES 
on Australian vernacular
tradie - tradesman
knackered - tired; exhausted
stuffed - exhausted
hard yakka - hard work
arvo - afternoon
bottle-o - liquor store; bottle shop
pissed to the gills - very drunk
slacker - may be intelligent but may not be performing intelligently
aggro - angry
garbo - garbage man
chucked a sickie - took sick leave from work - without actually being sick
lippie - lipstick
servo - service station where petrol is available


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform - local vernacular

numbers don't lie...

fallen 
minus reason
added myth to legend
divided by old circumstance
graceless

turncoats
multiplied shame
political castles
exponents of dark indices
dust mites



Poetry form: cinquain



NOTES
The image is of the winning sculpture in the 2014 Montalto Sculpture Competition at Red Hill.
It is entitled Fall From Grace by Adam Stone.
The two cinquains intend to surprise by warping many illusions together
creating a surprise network in a numbers game.


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Turns of the Tale:  Poetic Surpise

more than wooden...

believe that we are more than wooden lives
carved from some ancient neolithic trees
locked in a wilderness outside your world

believe that we can fuel and light your world
bring wisdom, insight to your troubled lives
and show you ways to cherish Nature's trees

believe that we can teach you ways of trees
and lead you in a self-sufficient world
such knowledge is one key to peaceful lives


respect your trees, respect your lives, our world





NOTE
The images are of sculptures scattered round the Enchanted Adventure Garden at Arthurs Seat.
Still, today, our indigenous peoples are struggling to find dignity and respect.
A link to 20 trail-blazing indigenous women who have changed Australia is
HERE

Poetry form: tritina


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Poetry To The Third Power

delicious...

Photo by Outlawyer HERE



you seem
perplexed
frozen in
rigid emotion

shadow sylphs
drift round you
like shafts of
secrets
shaping your feelings
by default

but you know
those shadows
are like decoys
they begin at a source
but end
somewhere else

to me
your youth was dismembered
savoured
owned

your face
your ruptured face
so like
a vicious bite
in a delicious apple

and your upper lip

a knife
enjoying the sensual flow

but stopped

a little trademark
a calling card


you seem 
perplexed

no eyes
to see my nightmare
no ears
to hear my blubbering remorse

no mouth of yours
can voice

my evil



Poetry form: ekphrasis - free verse


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - In The remains of This Month (April)

indifference...

old 
man
blind eyes
the window
the expected guest
a welcome of indifference
the young man, a small house-agent's clerk with one bold stare
and I, Tiresias, who have walked the lowest of the dead, finding the stairs unlit




Poetry form: Fibonacci - found/erasure poem based on an extract from T.S.Eliot's The Waste Land


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Tax Day and T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land
(There is a small connection with death in the final line, but the fib is not about death)

no one leaves home...

Source



no one leaves home
unless 
home is just
a few insecure walls
sardonically supporting
a roof
pocked with gunfire
a token door
and a window
framed in betrayal


no one seeks the unknown
indifferent
foreign worlds
unless

there is nowhere else to go



Poetry form: free verse

Linking to:
Poets United Midweek Motif - Home

if these walls could talk...

if these seedy walls 
could talk
the talk
(as criminal lawyers)
someone
may be jailed
crucified

perhaps 
a stone curtain may be rolled back
for 
someone

to walk the walk

to live again



Poetry form: free verse

Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - If These walls Could Talk
Picture selected from the post - Inside of a confession booth

an alternate gig...

she talks to rainbows
while my guitar gently weeps 
great gig in the sky

toys in the attic
bullet with butterfly wings
bye bye symphony



Poetry form: haiku


NOTES
For something different,
I decided to play with song titles
and create two haiku
with swirling, surreal connections
(hence my image)

She Talks to Rainbows - Ramones (1995)
While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Beatles (1968)
The Great Gig in the Sky - Pink Floyd (1973)
Toys in the Attic - Aerosmith (1975)
Bullet With Butterfly Wings - The Smashing Pumpkins (1995)
Bye Bye Symphony - Foxy Shazam (2010)


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Tuesday Platform - open link

on Solaris...

Andrei Tarkovsky's Solaris poster - 1972
Details HERE
Plot summary HERE



out there
some intelligence

but whose

a collective
bowl of the cosmos
where some universal conscience
is
without past, present or future

it simply
builds
grows

a personal reservoir
of shades and lights
living in formless
maddening
chaos


imagine finding
a wife
dead
for ten years

on

Solaris



Poetry form: free verse


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Out of Standard - Soviet Kitsch

three links...

my myth...my dreaming 
outside the veils of seasons
a piece of starlight splinters



NOTE
I have tried to create a circular connection between the three linked poems.
First and last links may be inter-changed in reading order.
(Today's poem is short, mindful that you may wish to read the links as well.)


Poetry form: katauta   5-7-7

Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - A Poem of Our Own
- create poetry into which we weave the titles of 3 of our own poems.

that kookaburra song...

feathers
furs and
two-legged fablers

I have gathered you here today
as a matter of
urgency
long overdue

it's about our song
our kookaburra song
so famous
world-wide

yes
I know
you got to sing it
SING IT

kookaburra sits on the old gum tree
merry merry king of the bush is he
laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra
gay your life must be

now that will do
no - not again
let's move on

it's that first line of the song

most only hear the gum tree part
think of gum tree
there's the kookaburra
but that's not strictly true
most have overlooked OLD gum tree
we love to perch on leafless branches
it could be a gum tree
seeing that there are so many in Australia
but it could also be
any tree with a dead branch
all nice and curvy and long
to fit our family
we like to get around together

if we look as if we are alone
in actual fact
family is rather close nearby

and let me show you something

yes
we are rather partial to rotating clothes lines
and even enjoy a good spin
on a windy day


but wait
there's more

did you know
there are more verses to that song

believe me
it gets worse

here's the words

kookaburra sits on the old gum tree
eating all the gum drops he can see
stop kookaburra, stop kookaburra
save some there for me

stop laughing
I know
hilarious
crazy

gum drops
who eats gum drops
not us
and what are they anyway

but I'm not done
there's one last verse

kookaburra sits on the old gum tree
counting all the monkeys he can see
laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra
that's not a monkey, that's me

now I ask you

stop laughing
get over it

I ask you
since when are there wild monkeys in Australia
every one knows
in Australia
see a monkey
see a zoo

how ridiculous is that verse

I am so glad those two last verses
are barely known

let's keep it that way
shall we

I'd like to return once more to the first verse
the king of the bush part
that line is a bit dated
we kookaburras now are quite at home in suburbia

we love to catch some worms in your gardens, fablers
we don't mind if you join
our little friendship group

so
what to do about that song
the famous first verse

let's fix it shall we
so it's more in tune with our times

I suggest the following

kookaburra sits in a leafless tree
wise old king of the world is he
laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra
how fun your world must be


Do I hear a cheer

A little cheer

A clap from fablers
perhaps

anyone

anyone



Poetry Form: dramatic monologue


NOTES
The Kookaburra Song was written by Marion Sinclair in 1932.
She wrote it for a contest held by the Victorian Girl Guides
and introduced it at the World Jamboree in 1934.
It became a hit.


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Transforming with Nature's Wonders

freedom or death...

they put us in prison
simply for taking petitions

we submitted

we allowed them to dress us in prison clothes
we allowed them to put us in solitary confinement

we allowed them to treat us as ordinary criminals,
and put us amongst the most degraded of those criminals


and we were very glad of the experience


because out of that experience
we learned of the need for prison reform

we learned of the fearful mistakes 
that men of all nations have made
when it is a question of dealing with human beings

we learned of some of the appalling evils 
of our so-called civilisation

we could not have learned in any other way
except by going right through that prison experience


It was valuable experience
and we were glad to get it

But there came a time when we said

"It is unjust to send political agitators to prison
merely asking for justice


and we will not submit any longer."



- a poetic spin of an extract from Emmeline Pankhurst's Freedom or Death speech
delivered in Hartford, Connecticut November 13, 1913



Poetry Form: erasure poetry


Linking to:
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - In the Footsteps of Suffragettes