Friday, April 21, 2017
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Stranger
In the town where
no-one was a stranger
when one came
they stood out.
A specimen to be examined,
described, named, labelled.
Approached only after thorough inspection
of stance, clothes actions.
Became the conversation starter for the day -
" Did you see that stranger
at the shop?
In torn jeans,
red shirt.
Looked as if he was living in his car.
Leaned on the counter.
Bought a pie and Coke,
paid with a $20 note.
No shoes.
Shifty."
no-one was a stranger
when one came
they stood out.
A specimen to be examined,
described, named, labelled.
Approached only after thorough inspection
of stance, clothes actions.
Became the conversation starter for the day -
" Did you see that stranger
at the shop?
In torn jeans,
red shirt.
Looked as if he was living in his car.
Leaned on the counter.
Bought a pie and Coke,
paid with a $20 note.
No shoes.
Shifty."
Thursday, April 3, 2014
As I listen for silence
I hear leaves ride the breeze
water hit stone
the tick tick clock
a machine clunk around
two doors down
a chive flower open
splittery splash of bird bath-time
new growth push through air
every hair rise on my cool skin.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
one morning when
one morning when
the clothesline was hung with water beads
the power-line was hung with galahs
I saw
a black shouldered hawk hunched
on a lookout post
a hoodie of clouds pulled over his head
hunting birds grow thin in winter
as reptiles sleep the cold away
and small birds hide from rain
I saw
a grey and white cat
squashed on the highway
between bush and streets
its belly full of natives
clawed from lower branches
a streak of mince under Caution Wide Load Wheels
the head still intact
popped eyes stared in the direction of a fireside.
the clothesline was hung with water beads
the power-line was hung with galahs
I saw
a black shouldered hawk hunched
on a lookout post
a hoodie of clouds pulled over his head
hunting birds grow thin in winter
as reptiles sleep the cold away
and small birds hide from rain
I saw
a grey and white cat
squashed on the highway
between bush and streets
its belly full of natives
clawed from lower branches
a streak of mince under Caution Wide Load Wheels
the head still intact
popped eyes stared in the direction of a fireside.
Friday, March 14, 2014
COMING SOON!!
COMING SOON to this blog a NEW POEM!!
Thanks to all my visitors and commentators for being so patient.
Heart,
CC.
XXO
This is not a POEM.
This is a NOTICE.
Thanks to all my visitors and commentators for being so patient.
Heart,
CC.
XXO
This is not a POEM.
This is a NOTICE.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
september the second two thousand and thirteen
three hundred thousand pound a week for a soccer player
twenty four million dollars a year for a banker
seven dollars twenty five cents for a McDonald’s worker per
hour
Thursday, September 26, 2013
hard rubbish
she put it on the
verge
mouth set in one
straight line
this was the last of
him
fold up bed where he
slept
after whatever it
was had
blown out
blown up
blown away
the hump backed tele
like them — no
longer worked
love nest mattress
just looked stained
his clothes
his boots
his shaving cream
book of Australian love
poems
back broken
beer fridge with
footy stickers
half finished novel
palm fronds she
waved
before she saw
he wasn’t going to
save her
she wasn’t going to
save him
hard rubbish
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