Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Tuesday Poem: "Waiting in the Wings"

Consider the roles we all play,
the lover, the husband, the wife,
the mother, the father, the child,
the worker, the boss,
the dumb blonde, the virile man, the hunter, the hunted
and all the roles others play for us.

What if we stopped playing?
Just left the script to one side and improvised. 
Would we forget who we were,
our identity stranded like a ship on a reef?
Suddenly a life impromptu,
motivations put to the fire
and a passion infusing us
driving us to reach for
the unreachable
becoming the achievable.

What glory might await
when we heard the voice of the director
proclaiming us as naturals.

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Tuesday Poem: "If a Poem was an Animal"

would it listen to night music
and be fascinated by shiny things
would the noise inside its head equal the noise without,
without colouring outside its lines and blacking out
its interiors
would it give free range to a
free range idea
would it pick up something from a previous life
a phrase, a word, a concept,
a jazz syllable secret
would it carry on as though nothing had happened
would it be something concrete
or ephemeral, an in-joke
a poem within a poem about a poem...

POET'S NOTE: This poem is written as a kind of tribute to the 3rd Birthday Poem on the Hub. Prior to writing the 3rd Birthday communal poem ( ongoing as you read this at www.tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com), we were kicking around ideas by email about our theme, subject and approach. There were a lot of great ideas (with 30 poets it's bound to happen) and many never got used. So this is my small way of trying to snag some of my fellow Tuesday Poets' ideas from the ether and give them flesh.

I'm two days late in posting this poem, but if you hurray on over to Tuesday Poem you can still catch many of the other fabulous Tuesday poems for this week.

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Tuesday Poem: "Summer Fades to Autumn in Western Australia Haiku series"

Comes the humid night,
brown-armoured and sinister
cockroaches take flight.

First cold, clear night fades
to frost, carpet of diamonds
on the wheat stubble.

Kookaburra laughs,
lizard wakes beneath rainbow,
sun on wildflowers.

Scarlet sun sinking,
heat fades, gulls’ shadows lengthen,
running with the tide.