Poetry

Farewell Dust – 14/9/17

The knocking intensifies, urgent and soft.

Rain is a stranger,

drumming the door.

But my fingers that reach for the door knob

Are covered in soft-silk

dust, and dry gum leaves.

And I know you will wash them away.

Your green coat don’t fit

The bones of the valley,

Grey wash watercolour soddens the sky.

I want long summers

To hang washing in,

Give me my sunshine, give me my dry.

There’s never a break

In the clouds or lush grass,

Dark dreamy paddocks sigh in your reign

Catching my pockets,

Drenching my sheep,

And filling the beds when the river’s asleep.

I know I craved water,

I didn’t know what it meant,

Forfeit gold living, put your feet in the mud.

But glance t’wards

the mottled dark storm

Life symphony, the gentle drum joins the band,

Child’s play-dust gone,

It’s a kind bargain

Rain is a gentle monarch over the land

-zu

Lovely rain prompt from dVerse, mine is late! Hope you enjoy 😊

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Poetry

Clouds – 13/9/17

I was born free; no body owns me

I can sleep on the sand

Following summer into the north

I can cloud drift

To rule the horizon

But I come back to

Beach scented oceans

Again. Because clouds

are still trapped by the earth.

-zu

Prompt from dVerse, a Quadrille using the prompt “free” and exactly 44 words. Mines a bit late!

Also drew a bit of inspiration from this corny song from the old Pippi Longstocking movie! https://youtu.be/a7m4vPcfeOE

Poetry

His Granddaughter – 10/9/17

His granddaughter’s hair is long,

While he’s been going bald for years.

They’re sitting, shoulders brushing,

Attention caught ahead.

She leans over to whisper, he bends his ear in,

And when she moves back

About ten long hairs catch on his arm,

Linking them across ten centimetres of space.

 

-zu

Poetry, Prompts

dVerse prompt, shoes – 30/8/17

Summer shoes to be

Discarded, corner tossed

Feet free in the grass

– zu

A prompt from dVerse about shoes, I’ve always enjoyed hot weather when I can kick them off! This is a haiku, 5-7-5 syllables. I always have trouble with syllables because when in primary school they taught us to count them by the amount of times our chin went down when we said the word, well with my Australian accent words tend to become a little compressed! Does anyone have a better method of counting syllables? 

Poetry

“Someone’s Wishes” Poetry Prompt – 28/8/17

First day on the job,
Walking into the wish factory,
Caught my dream job,
Working on the purple planet,
Into the factory floor full with violets
and puffed clouds from the ventilation.
I’ve never made a wish come true,
Been on the collection team a times or two,
Scooping out the wishes from the atmosphere,
Microphones tuned to catch the words, ‘I wish’,
Endless flying, a little tiring after a time,
Especially on foggy days.
My resume was filled with sky racing and
Apple seeding.
How could I have got this job?
Ma said I’d never been made to corral the desks and papers,
But I hankered after the smooth and sweet
While fixing my engines and chopping the sky.
So today when I wander in
It’s with starry eyes.
Joe claps me on the shoulder,
Joe’s my new boss.
Says he’s got a desk just for me,
And walks me through the rounded floor to a corner,
Makes me sit.
Very simple,
Take the paper,
Read it,
And make a wish come true.
He claps me again and strides out.
Well. I grin. Looks like I’m a desk sitter after all!
First paper,
Surprised I glance again,
Looks like it’s from the boss’s son,
Joe’s kid.
He’s written from a smaller planet to the left,
I think it’s orange,
And quite small.
Written in a scribble, the boys were in a hurry that day,
Says, wish I were a wish collector.

 

-zu

Written from a prompt by Teresa Creations Blog.

Previous poems, “Radiant Sunrise” two word prompt – 24/8/17

Poetry

“Radiant Sunrise” two word prompt – 24/8/17

It’s a pig,
Slops and all.
Gold shines his back,
Lace clouds fall.
A pen, some straw,
A place called home.
To greet the sun,
To feel less alone.
Morning caught in a dewy web,
Moon faced sun.
Friends who are here,
Are better than none.
The pig and all,
The same under their skins.
Feeling joyous and well spoken,
Radiant, he grins.

 

-zu

Prompt from Teresa Creations Blog.