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Tableland Talk June 2024
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Luxury
The luxury of poetry
the images created there
the pleasantries of high art
the challenges laid bare
the thoughts on truth and beauty
the ugly brutal truth
the clearly written words
the affected words forsooth
the scibblings of a madman
the writing of a scribe
the wounds of the wounded
the dying and dead imbibed
the love of many lovers
the truth and pain of love
the anxiety of living
the wonder of it hereof
the unitary or divisive delivery
of hell or heaven above
Lake Colac Pelicans: the break up and the make up
Autumn
Ah, this last of exquisite autumn days
the slant of light of breaking rays
through fractured clouds to which some might say
how disappointing this grey sky day
but the rays of light delighted me
the yellow bands proportionately
dominate the view, you can’t but see
the illumination of everything touched by these
and in that light the detail found
from sun's surface waves inbound
everything on earth reflects colour and pleasure
if you look hard enough for work or leisure
an architect's masterpiece of blossoming features
or a beautiful flower of imperfect creases
see the light touch your skin
examine the surface you find yourself in
think of yourself as embodied light
the light within grants power of sight
and if you think deeper you just might
fully appreciate autumn's dying light
Butterflies
Egg, caterpillar, chrysalis and butterfly
a fascinating life cycle my oh my
then at the end away they fly
all love to watch them flying by
those butterflies, an erratic sight
one that engages non linear flight.
on colourful platform will alight,
when the season is just right
pollinating from flower to flower
ideally protected by leafy bower
delight to watch them hour on hour
on floral carpet or growing tower
five flaps per second, a butterfly flits
up then down in lifts and dips
with dramatic wings nature equips
tasting food with feet, strange butterfly grips
each of four wings are made of scales
as bright and light as gossamer sails
ragged wings are when flight fails
end of days on hills and dales
oh how I love the butterflies
that brush the earth and fill the skies
becoming endangered, my heart cries
only stillness and emptiness when every butterfly dies
Cherub
Rest easy little cherub
now day’s busy work is done
and weary tiredness overtakes you
at time of setting sun
when angelic peace comes at last
to your adored and relaxed face
your long soft lashes upon your cheeks
a picture of beauty of grace
as your breathing calms and settles
to the rhythmic patterns of sleep
your flickering eyes and twitching hands
tell of happy dreams so deep
what is it you dream of?
repeating the days play?
of parents love, of sister?
good things only I dare say
sleep calm and in comfort
your next best day yet to come
your time at rest is precious
my small and lovely one
it’s the same for mum and dad
the quiet of the night
is also the time for peacefulness
and short time of respite
before another day of fun begins
of looking, touch, smell and taste
of learning from tears and joy
no exploration gone to waste
so wake up at days dawning
brighten up the skies
play away the morning
give more pleasure to our lives
River #04
this river rolls alluringly
deep and slow
so full and powerful I cry
take me
take me river before I should die
take me dear river to wherever you go
I’ll ride you there fast I’ll ride you there slow
and river my river I’ll love you always
I’ll drift on and caress you the rest of my days
I’ll wind through your meanders
and sing with your songs
we’ll seed fertile plains and fill billabongs
river my lover take me I’m yours
through all seasons we'll wander
I’ll never ship oars
Lisa prompted we poets with pilgrimage, wandering or walkabout for the dVerse challenge this week. I have recently been wandering, on walkabout, writing about rivers, and so came to #04.
Obstreperous
I wish I was obstreperous
Enjoying life without restraint
I’d bounce around the place
Doing things thought quaint
I’d manage to be boisterous
In every sort of setting
Demanding attention having fun
Without being annoying or letting
Friends and family get tired of me
I’d remind them of my flair
I’d wear colourful clothes
Say colourful things
And coif outrageous hair
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