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