A crisp autumn morning Your breathing condenses In bright, beautiful light Showing you’re alive And happy Related content: Poems There, just a whisper Fishing off Sydney with Rob
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Food fight!
“Food Fight!” Screamed the well fed Big scared children “Food Fight!” They competed at eating Drenched in life As starvation lapped around them. They filmed it for posterity. Which wasn’t far away. “Food Fight!” Pricks Related content: Poems About My Daughter Zuzu’s Cremation in Sydney There, just a whisper
Barbara Fountain Part 1
Here is Barbara Fountain She is a culture shock Moderately over-easy like many other breakfast flings She slings the magazine away And leaves the coffee, standing cold and objectionable Then she exits the building Rocking and rolling Hippity hopping Skitting and scatting Slitting down to the docks for work to come. Related content: Poems About…
There, just a whisper
Just a small whisper Like a stranger on the subway There and not there Sitting across, Reading or just staring at words Not a life you recognise Because of everything else Maybe there for a long moment But hardly at all (There, just a whisper There it is and goes Away and off on nothing…
Fishing off Sydney with Rob
Oh, my sweet Christ! It is 05:47am How bad is that smell, Rob? Mate, you wouldn’t credit it! We are in the ute going to the Heads And open water for snapper, kingfish Any fish at all likely none Who cares that smell Rob! My Christ mate! Bloody oath! The boat hanging off…
For mum during dementia
I will make you a cup of tea The shade you like The warmth you find comforting The sweetness you find acceptable And you’ll savour it And recall all the other cups In your long, eventful life And you will be you safe this afternoon As you drift As it rains outside …
The white crow and the robin
In the mist this morning I saw a white crow On a post Arguing with the ghost Of a robin. “There is nothing more delicious than carrion” Said Crow. “There is nothing better than fighting” Said Ghost. Having caught Crow’s black eye Having caught Ghost’s ire I walked on across the field Embarrassed…
Poems
Poems are excellent for packing in meaning. They are images in writing. Compressed so they can be expanded by the imagination of the reader. I hope you enjoy some of mine. The white crow and the robin A crisp autumn morning Here is Barbara Fountain – Part 1 Food Fight! There, just a whisper About…
About My Daughter Zuzu’s Cremation in Sydney
Beyond the peace that flowed from her living sleep That stopped suddenly In her bedroom near dawn Was a hall with a curtain and an oven For her body To lift away As smoke Into Sydney’s contrasting light. On the perfectly green lawn Of the modern crematorium Ice cold filled with fire In…