PLEASE SEND US YOUR POEMS!
We will hang them from the Poet Tree in Logan and create a virtual collection here. This is the tree awaiting more lines.
Facebook them to us, send via comment on the blog, email to email@example.com.
Two short poems via email, by Maria Theresa Maggi, Idaho
by clouds, whole moon eaten, too
now night has no eye
string of caught rain
on the bare branch
by Kirstie Macqueen
Scraping earth between the tangled roots
– each child makes their own mark
repeating what has gone before.
via blog from Gillian Prew
Bloom-up black bird wings-out like
a late tulip, like light. Bring sky,
bring the dead back, bring
down a shard of sun.
via blog from Rebecca McNeish (6)
Flowers are growing, it’s springtime.
Snowdrops and daffodils all around.
Flowers are growing on the wall,
clap your hands it’s summertime now.
Roses blooming, perfume fills the air
Oh how I wish that I could be there.
via blog from Rachel McNeish (8)
A walled garden is a magical place.
Plants growing, birds singing, insects crawling.
A place you can daydream,
a place to relax.
A walled garden is a wonderful place.
Roses via blog from Carolyn Yates
See the roses,
the way they bloom deep-throated,
damask, ruby, cardinal.
Crimsoned to the core,
pulsing perfume before the storm.
Your hands cup their damaged heads,
a resurrection to the sun.
via blog from Vicklinde
Windows reflect back,
the view you have always seen
the grasses grow long
before you. And a tick ticks
counting up from history.
via icloud from Evlampia Tsireli
Escaping from the cruel reality
which keeps us apart,
we created our own Eden, our secret floating Isle
-full of sins we are, but we reached the Tree of Life at last.
via icloud from Joan Lennon
a blackbird tunes his voice
in the white blossom
I play my part
via icloud from Elizabeth Faitarone
Love is waking up with sun rays,
drawing the curtains
feel its warmth surrounding you, sun is life
if trees can stand it in the dark
so shall I without the sun
via icloud from Valerie Goodman
Clouds chase the moon down
She puts on white stockings to
Seduce the mountain
via icloud from Catherine Ayres
Shadow on the bark
soft, sharp, soft
via icloud from Laura Bissell
A springy carpet of lime under foot,
Vibrant and moist,
Prehistoric green dripping from boughs,
Shafts of light hitting a thousand pines
Not even a bird, or any living thing.
via icloud from Amble Skuse
The shift from light to shade
the dapple of brilliance
blinds for a moment
via icloud from Alice Tarbuck
It’s not as if the rain can’t fall, it can,
but it patters away like an old friend, gentle,
and the walls keep out the worst of the frost,
and the gate swings quiet, wood on metal.
via icloud from Linda Eve Diamond
Strange leaves are these
grown wild amidst the snow gum leaves.
Battered by breezes and sun,
back to the soil, ink drops will run.
These are the seeds of the poet tree.
Soon ribbon-stemmed haikus will bloom….
via icloud from Aileen Paterson
The garden of missing words
In the garden, unsaid words of love
blossom and whisper under the desperate sky.
Here are all the words I want to tell you.
Beautiful words, which in other worlds might bloom,
the shy and simple yeses opening to the sun.
via icloud from Jeanie Harher
Hug to your pleasure-sensors
Hold, cherish, for the fraction of the day when
The sun squeezes in to the
Ageing, algae-colonised concrete of the suburban back yard.
I, too, am a verdant wild walled garden.
via icloud from Linda Eve Diamond
Deep in the story-rich Earth
a red seed trembled and burst
giving birth to the very first
You’d have to hear it yourself to believe
the rhythmic rustling of its leaves.