bouquet #3

May 12, 2010 at 3:15 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 11 Comments
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Those who say that flowers have no sound have never heard the generousity of tulips in your smile nor watched the synchronicitous flight of gulls like white orchids at the whisper of your touch. They have not been released into the world of sunflower splendour or tiny blue delphinium delight nor set the direction of their dreams by the scent of apple blossom on a chilly night. They doubt the giggle of gardenias when I demonstrate my geranium brain again and are blind to that outrage of yellow hyacinth in the corner of your eye that warns of lightning strikes. I thought of them again this morning when I heard you laugh circus pink camellias into an azure sky and I hope that if they are reading this they experience now as I did then a truly gypsophila anticipation.

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bouquet #2

May 11, 2010 at 2:40 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 9 Comments
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now, in these wider cleaner rooms
with my mind released
from the bounds of daytime madness
with space
i can cling less desperately to
the gentle art of happy endings

from this soil
there is a grief grown
into the fabric of being
and it too is a flower
waxen yellow

perhaps that is courage at its center
and loneliness its pollen round which
gleeful bees gather voracious like
anonymous commuters at a car accident

but, in this act of fantasy, the heart
or this act of fantasy, belief
or this act of imagination, joy
a flower too is grown
into
the fabric of breath

Bouquet #1

May 10, 2010 at 2:54 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 8 Comments
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I have breakfast eggs and
daisy tunes accordian style
have forgotten my intention
toes have a certain sureness though,
hello

Comfortableness I invented
wrapped in who with ribbons
made of clouds and balconies
hips will twist to questions though,
hello

Perpetual is variegated eternity
an heraldic tea cup filled
with brims and symphonies
shoulders warm with newness though,
hello

April frangipani curl, a tantrum drum
parsimony seeds in poppy cake
news reports of tonal change,
this tray is getting weighty though
and so,

The Speed Poets Gig

May 6, 2010 at 6:53 am | Posted in performance, poetry, video blog, writing | 20 Comments
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It’s a very different experience performing for an audience of people and standing around in front of a video camera waving your arms around. The former is exciting and enjoyable and unique and the latter makes me feel very silly.

I really must get back into exercising and eating fewer cakes.

Podcast for Pool

April 28, 2010 at 6:43 pm | Posted in australian poetry, performance, podcast, poetry, writing | 10 Comments
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I have been enjoying myself at Pool which is a project coordinated by the ABC, Australia’s national broadcaster. They have requested pieces about birds and rivers, so I thought I would podcast a couple of poems, sunonheads exit and The Scrub Turkey. You can hear them at Pool under the link above or here at my podcast site.

It was good practice for my featured performance at Speed Poets this Sunday where I will be doing twelve minutes from memory. Wish me luck!

mostly blue and some yellow

April 21, 2010 at 6:47 am | Posted in poetry, writing | 18 Comments
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(For a larger, much easier to read version, click on the image above.)

seeing you

April 13, 2010 at 7:02 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 15 Comments
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i am contained inside my smile
cheshire cat style
it is all of me
like a s(i)mile

i become a metaphor
though i’m not sure
quite what for

just a stand-in
for some other thing
whose wild heart’s
still singing

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