Autumn Dress

The rushing waters

Sweeping away the sadness

Burns a hole in my heart

Broken by the desire

That takes hold

In the metal clutches

Of muddy soil

Swallowing the earth

It’s time to let go

The drying eyes

That thinks alone

While waiting to fall

Forging a path

Amongst the leaves

Amber and gold

Oranges and browns

Mixed with death

Dressing the spirit in light

A dress made of autumn silk

THE REMAINING CHILD

The orange glow

Circling her face

The flickering flame

Reflecting in the dark of her eyes

I see you I want to say

But I can’t

I can only watch her

She holds the flame

And brilliance begins to rise

And there is intense warmth

A moment we share

Shadows quiver above us

Like fluttering birds

I wonder if she can feek my flame
Our flame

The substance within me

The flare that ignites

And the ashes that remain

Does she know I need her light?

My warmth
Her warmth
Our luminous glow

Without that

I am nothing

Swooping Light

Fixated in a moment

Where explosive vocal chords

Are heard like whispers

Undercover breath

Are silent screams

Like a deaf confession

Or memory broken

Exposing the time

As the swooping force

Plummets down

Blanketing shaking shadows

To take cover in obscurity

The past is swept away

Like forgotten flowers

Scattered upon the aging stone

And a flood is released

Cleansing the earth

Watching

Immersed in the rising foam

Bearing down on the coarse crust

The anguishing flesh

Flushes away traces of mould

Leaving only the remains of what is pure

                          The light

FEAR OF FALLING

Falling into your floating light
There is peace when you are near
Inside the dream
Where silence is clasped shut
I scream for you
My heart aches
I am wrong
I want you
But fear reigns
Blocking the warmth
Failing
Failing the heart
Dening the love
Leaving me trapped, alone

Alone.

DEPTH

Poem 13......
Back arched toward
The morning light
Tip toeing through
The grass
Dampness
As love rises
Alone
Amongst the earths

First movement
My ears feel your music
Your shadow
Draped over my left shoulder
You penetrate my wanting
As you brush over my being

                    patience

Clutching at what was
Wanting, as you cover me
Like a darkened cloak
Pressuring me to request you
Trembling as I hold what you were
Treading in the colour of your vision
Filled with blues and orange
No longer powerful
You hear my tears
Full of hollow movement
You take my heart
I am
I am

THE MORNING TRAIN

The last few days I have been writing a series of different poems, that funnily enough have somehow become connected in some way, they are three separate poems, yet they are one.....my dreams have been vivid and  they have traveled in my thoughts this week

Dawn amongst the

Silent breeze

Broken light

Decorates the blank pages

Colouring the unspoken

Words

Clawing at

Denied thoughts

The heart listening

As silent patience

Stays trapped in a knowing

Place

The asking heart

Sheds its sadness

Sitting lonely

Stitched up from isolated

Pieces of thread woven

Amongst the

                      

              flesh

6:34 the dream felt

Screeching sounds

Like rusty gates

Low hung clouds

Under my foot

As spicy salami lingers

Amongst the sleepers

And the grease shines

On her chin

 Nauseating my heart

My words true

Street lights

Train lights

The light in your heart

Turn off

Archways twitch

Music is played

Held tightly

In a coffee mug

Green flowery dreams

Warm the hands

One more chance

At happiness

His tie of blue

Watching

My love is yours

Caught in the nightmare

Oriental lions protect the

Entrance

Morning light broken

By a thumping soul

The rush of looking for

                        Love

That treks the hills

Looking for comfort

As her cracked lips

Call for the sky to come

Toward you.

Bending on the turn

Slowly pulling away

The book I carry

Bent from the hungry desire

Of being held

Hurts in my hands

Lost amongst searching

Following the ribbon

Draped from the window

The memories wait

Amongst the pages

Of cool water

And sweet lingering perfume

Surrounding the weightless

Stones that sink

As the floatless heart

Is embroidered

With silky wet moss

Seeking approval

That can't be controlled

MISSING JULIANNE

Craving
Knowing
Fretting
Forgetting
Heart withheld
Tune
Scratching
Breathing
Simply
Listening
Gnawing
Empty sadness
Longing
For you
Thoughts
Memories
Forever captured
In my heart

PARADISE OF STRANGERS

The desire, the need and the want, clearly are not enough to create a poem every day, yet the challenge is not anywhere near over, I still have the whole year yet so not giving in (just yet).  This week I began a new journey, one with a book (thanks for the gift Melanie!!!), that I hope to write about at a later stage, but the torch was passed to me and now a light shines, waiting for me to step into it....for that I am excited....

You cross me deeply                                                 
As the moment stands in a stillness
I can't see
My life
But as I wait
The contemplative mind rests
Engaged in delivering a presence
Draped in the blemish of love
Touched with fragments of green
The vessel of light
Held tight inside
Captures
Dreams folded into small packages
With string and nots
Only to be opened in darkness
The colour of love
As you cross me
Where there is no hope
Just a silent soul

Anne Elvey and Best Australian Poems 2010

Today I treated myself to some delights, including reading my newest book of poetry, Best Australian Poems 2010, immersed in the words and feeling my mind drifted into a world of feelings and perceptions of those such as Bruce Dawe, Lisa Gorton, Josephine Rowe, Claire Gaskin (my favourite poet!), just to name a few.  Today I discovered Anne Elvey, who I have just fallen in love with.  Not only a poet she also is a researcher, with interest in ecological ethics and cultural change. Below is one of her poems included in Best Australian Poems 2010.  This inspired my own poem (thats coming!) still working on it.  Today I was blessed......

A passenger from the childhood house
The sheen on things under blue
and the cool acreage of canary
light has not a hint of crimson

with the idea of sky over the bay.
Save tomorrow, the poster says,
from things that eat organs, things
that multiply in vessels, cells
skimming the venous and arterial
roads. (The careful knife
under the skin prises, cleaving
the old idea and the good)
Nanna can smell the rain
coming; she scents the hunger
of the soil. When my surfaces are raw
and ragged, like a tree shedding,
I wander in memory. The past
tastes bitter and lovely
(don't stitch me up too soon)
the flame tree blooms
blood in the childhood yard.
A mask slips. Forgiveness
is neither random nor chosen.
New rain yaps on the roof,
the wipers scatter recollection,
intermittent with the light. Grace
throws itself into my lap
and licks my face. When it lands
on me, what can I do but laugh
at once wary and delighted.

THE CAR

POEM 7

Jasmine filled

The candle alights

Luminous and enticing

A hypnotic warmth

The scent weaves

Around memories

Reflections

Hang from the roof

Like a handwoven loom

A time

A moment

A thought

A place

This kind of love

Still beating in me

A child

I remember I remember

BY LIGHT

Poem 6.....yet I am still one behind.  This week I have focused, looked, felt, desired and touched the words.....

It floats

Dancing amongst the light

Tiny movements

Fluttering, quivering

Against dusk

Silent grabs

Coloured by the fading sky

Resting

Its dancing stops

Amused by the stillness

Emersed in the shadows

Its drawn toward

Slowly exhaling Spring

TOWARD WHAT???

Poem 5.......

Fumbling toward the night
Confusion
Company for the heart
Broken by the healing of time
The shadow of your view
Embodied by your longing
Scanning the pages for direction
A touch
The sensuality forged in signs
I can't find
As the prediction is lost
Lost in the wondering

The Flood

poem 4.........

Metal barriers

Reflected in morning dampness

Only broken by the fallen tears

Drowning restrictions away

UNTITLED

poem 3

in a moment

a heart felt relief

for always knowing

                      you were there

Bleeding Earth

Poem 2.......already the challenge is posed a threat!!!

Amongst the confusion
Light breaks the trance
Your distress
Drops into the heart
As the spirit clutches
To the rising smoke
Twirling in the wind
Reflecting images
In the dancing light
Caught in your step
Against the thumping earth
Trembling against the glances
From behind the sheet
You arent out of mind
As I fumble with the mistake
Of questioining
The relentless mind
Unwashed by drifting darkness
Lingers behind the tune
I no longer belong to you
Or believe my heart is yours
The silence is broken
And swallows the insecurity
You shadow me with your promise
Dragging out the fallen soul

The Corner

I have Set myself the challenge to be able to write 365 poems by the end of the year......

So poem 1....hahahah, must start somewhere

The happiness of love

Even in the midst of sorrow

Looking for the child

Is she still here?

You see my heart

That has been brushed

With the golden paint

You believe that there is light

As it reflects off the turning leaf

That begins to crumble in Summers

First heat

As the light fades

The flowing dress of gold

Drifts towards the night

Happy New Year.  Bring on 2011, goodbye 2010, thank goodness its over, what next, HELLLLPPPPPP.

I actually struggle ever year with the ending and the beginning of a new year.  Its like there is some underlying pressure that each year must better the last, that you must better YOUR last, that you can't be last and must aim for first.

I have been reflecting so much in this past few weeks as things come to an end.

2011.....THE YEAR OF THE SPIRIT

Reflection has told me I have materially gained all I NEED, financially I have enough, I have no debts and I am not chasing money.  My family and friendship world is as good as it ever has been, even though there are flaws and there is always work required in all relationships.  I now live in a place where my heart finds peace and my soul can rest.

BUT......in the reflection, I guess I see the flaws.  The outer functions, the inner suffers.  The spirit I realise has been neglected.

So 2011 is the YEAR OF THE SPIRIT

I have 365 days and I aim to write 365 poems

I have 365 days to discover new music

I have 365 days to spend at least half smiling or laughing

I have 365 to learn more, more words, more lessons, more history, more education

I have 365 days to reject fear and embrace confidence

I have 365 days to climb walls

I have 365 days to see, not look or view but see.  Kaylene pointed out to me that my observations are beautiful and my response was I search in desperation for things so I can squeeze in as much as I can before I no longer can see.  She said my observations are not visual they are seen through the heart and soul, the eyes are merely the windows in which I make the observation.  Also highlighted several conversations Melanie and myself have had about heightening other senses as I lose my sight.

so I have 365 days to learn to "see" in other ways.

I have 365 days to travel some more (plan a holiday to Katherine to see Jules!!!)

I have 365 days to learn not to fear (I hope this to be a shorter process!!) life happens I have to give in a bit.

I have 365 days to feed my spirit with nourishment, READ, WRITE, LISTEN, FEEL and my most important lesson LOVE.

So my mission, and I have accepted to attack it head on has an aim that is quite simple:

live with integrity, love in abundance, feel everything, trust in the universe and BE ME, not always the best me, but the me I am meant to be.

MOONS LANDING

Sugar coated
Your lips leased
From the place of knowing
And dreams of forgivness
Trapped in a dirty touch
Your breath sticks to me
It is the universe
That wraps around my sun
Feeling the silence bekon us
It is not far away