Category Archives: Poetry

Love like

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A massage
Smoothing over
All hard places
Flooding in
Joints and sinew
Touching pain
Bringing healing
Warm movement
Entering in
Tentatively 
Slow moving statue
Rising up again
Brought to life
Ready for anything
Artist Margaret Stephenson, ‘Annie’s Nails, No Mermaids’ ~ City of Parramatta Art Society

Struck by lightning

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Stay
Not long enough
To admire your
Kaleidescope of colour
Drifting away
On the next breath
Of wind as I exhale
Disappointed
Yet inspired
To have known you
In the first place
Lie in wait in case
She returns to our
First meeting place
Wondering weather
Does lightning strike
In the same place?
Random encounters
Rouse hopefulness
Capture the infinite
Beauty of a moment
Chance encounters
Of your kind
Butterfly by Katy Bhogal, City of Parramatta Art Society

Windows in

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Our body is not our own
Put on display 
For even me
To admire

Statues of iron clad
Armour to deflect
Passing comment
Carrying light

Though many rooms
Filled with iron bars
Temples to lay down
Our wanton desires

Pass by crowded rooms
By night vacated
Staring at screens
Music blaring in ears

To happen upon
Empty streets 
Dogs walking owners
Offerings under feet

Though many rooms
Filled with crowded bars
Goggles bottom of glass
Light in dark places

Scales fall from eyes
No shape, word or smile
Can evade the simple
Truth be told of her

Only what matters
Not behind glass
Or resting on bars
Unseen by my eyes
The Hayden Orpheum Cinema, Wulworra-Jeung / Cremorne, Sydney

Love like

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An apple tree
Years taking hold
Establishing
Slower than grass
Don't watch me
All on its own

Four years old
Blossoms increasing
Anxiety held
Storm and frost
Melt gentle petal
Before full grown

Five years since
First taking root
Fruit begins
Ripens in the sun
Hoping no bug
Disease or bird
Steals away

One day when strong
Full fruit display
Reddens in the sun
Twist and pull
The most delicate
Fruit spoken of
Since legends told

As a daily apple girl
It keeps me well
Delight always held
As I polish skin
On my chest and
Sink in

One year or two
There may be no fruit
If pruned too hard
Or left untended
Another year closer
To harvest end
Enjoy while we can

Coal face

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Headlamp leading footsteps downward
Air thick with an Impenetrable skin 
Seams of black unzipped
Precious compacted life
Of million years scarred
Set ablaze in minutes

Living beings coal face
Tends to 12 score beached
Generations breeching
Cool skin of sea
Final resting shore
Years combined between
Ages of whales reach
Thousands ever since
50 million years ago
Our meddling unseen

Sitting with cool tears
Echoing words pouring
Into my ears 
Frontier human carrying
Dissapointments
Reverberate through
My body like funeral
Rhythym yet still
My heart is beating
For the innocent
Plight of the whales
Putting all our cries
Into mere proportion
Considering the noise
Of their calls
Each to each
Upon passing
Surge waylaid
Swell or manmade?

Time lapse

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Silvery white and grey
Blanket of down
Above me
Puffs of cloud
Stationary
Not looming
Cocooning 
City scurrying
Beneath
Time lapse
Of tears shed 
By morning
Endless spiral
Upwards
Of anticipation 
Elation and goodbye 
Suddenly falling
Into realisation
The sky of mind
Turns gray
Shades of it
Dark yet illuminating
A serene delight
Slow moving picture
Time lapse photography
Of memories
Captured for only
A moment
Every time
You walk away

Living hope

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Time to grow
Time to fade
Feelings like flowers
Let me elucidate
A green landscape
Peppered with potential
An open heart willing
To be known and loved
Scattering of seeds
Planting of breeze
Intentionality 
Some buried by bird
Fly by or high wire
No matter the arrival
In style or shy
Perrenial or constant
Populated first
Or exotic arrival
All living thoughts
And buried hopes
Are retained in soil
Of treasured memories
Forever to promote
New growth for next
Generation
Time to grow
Time to fade
Their worth
Never erased