Category Archives: Poetry

On your pages

On your pages

Illuminated,
on your pages
these
words
find life,
and born
through these
words
are my connections.
Invoked
yes!
a calling forth,
you re-appear in my
present.
Actors from my being with,
come to me,
surround me
and make me remember.
We
are always
together

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May 9, 2014 · 3:41 am

Beneath

She creaks, she creaks

above me

she creaks.

I lay hidden

from the world

on my belly.

Softened by handfuls of her tiny leaves

a bed, a bed to lay on.

Time and fallen leaves making a bed

for me to lay on.

Filtering through tiny leaves

light reaches my upturned face.

it finds me,

in

my

hiding.

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Convergence

Convergence of trails

At some point we had all walked the Trail,

over many years, decades.

Some only once, others many times.

 

A community of people grows out of this walk,

connections made

across

time and place.

If not on the Trail, somehow,

we find each other.

A convergence of trails,

a convergence of stories.

Connecting, meeting, resonating.

 

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March 6, 2014 · 2:59 am

Skin

Unmediated

intimate

sensing, presencing in

place.

Shaping perception.

A shield;

Creating the reality or facade of ‘other’,

protection from the outside?

And what is inside?

Semi-permeable,

What flows in-between?

Peeling, cracking,

scorched

like the earth. Textured like the earth.

Mirror or seamless continuation?

Touching.

Allowing sensitivities to be touched.

Place

where

I

FEEL

connection.

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Grevillea in shock

New growth
HACKED back.
Flowers gone.
So too the native bees, lizards and birds.

A brutal pruning,
outside my window.
Perhaps a neat and tamed form to some,
But I dream
of the wispy new
luscious green branches and leaves.

This is where the grey goshawk had perched,
calculating so carefully.
Could it take the sand monitor below?

I stare outside this window
most days.
Feel the essence of these plants,
my companions.

May new shoots
be born from rising humidity,
new growth sprout in UNRULY form.
Be wild.

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Squeeze-box

I picture
stories
one on each fold of a squeeze-box.

Life breathed into each;
palpable,
real,
physical,
material.

Then,
collapsed with the squeeze of the hands,
air P-U-S-H-H-H-E-D out.
Story upon story,
all together,
as one.

Resonance,
they speak to each other.
They exist together as one materiality.
At home,
in a squeezebox.

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Feeling pulled into walking

Walking in
connected silence, in
conversation with country.
Words as feelings,
passing through the soles of my feet.

Tone changes as we leave
pandanas forest and rise over dunes.
Serge of excited babble as we
descend,
onto a stretch of white sandy beach.
Blue, blue, blue
screaming at me…
Hurry up! Dive!

But when we get to the freshwater paperbark,
you tell me
sleep.
Conversation finds its way into
a dream-space

Black and blue dancers
float under the canopy.
Rising.
Falling.
Never touching the ground.

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