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 3 poems, early 2000's


Farmyard Peacock

 

Brilliant bird strutting grandly

incongruously

in dry brown grass of farmyard.

Surely more at home

in blinding blues and greens

of far north lands.

 

Captive bird, pet-dulled instincts,

red dust dulls flouted beauty

an actor parading now in heavy make-up,

vulnerable to pity of past admirers.

 

                            

 

 

 Bangarra Dreamings :  A Dance for Reconciliation

 

Imagine a dancer

          rhythymic, sinuous

          inheritor of earth-age memories

          mesmerizing

          perfectly satisfying.

 

Imagine my dance

          complementary

          responsive to archetypal stirrings

          in harmony

          fluid

released.

 

Imagine a nation dance

          spirit-filled

          embodied with hope

          reconciled.

 

                        

 

 

Uncorked

 

What is it about canola?

          too bright

          too gaudy

          insincere

          you’re just too yellow.

          I can’t trust you.

 

I know your fate –

          cut down

          wither on ground

          helpless before rake and baler

          dry as cork

no fizz in your bottle

 

Yes, I know you’ll return

          golden spread on my table

          now tamed

          respectful

          friendship renewed.

 

                       


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