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Month: January 2018

the black waters

Posted on 30/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

Is: muted/ the empty sky of evening/ wept until –   The stars fray/ derelict shadows   lie in ragged heaps/ the I, crystalline,   beside me – long, serpentine

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A Man Of The Land

Posted on 29/01/201830/01/2018 by john keast

The crop has wilted to the earth No one told the farmer about Nature’s cruelty; how it breaks men This year was the worst: good intentions sown deep, then teasing spring rain Now it is almost gone – there is nothing for the roots to seek He holds the hot leaves and they have no…

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from Hail Gazers

Posted on 28/01/201812/08/2018 by Dean English

‘I know, I know, that through me it will go: sadness which shakes not a flower, lifts not a shadow in pain’. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . whenever I live in or…

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Souls On The Wind

Posted on 26/01/201827/01/2018 by john keast

And when the wind blew their souls were scattered to commerce and funds They learnt here where the tall grass folds, in houses black with age They came to make a life in fields in a faraway town Now the cars rush by – The stays have fallen, the cupboards are bare Children wrote on…

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care of the river

Posted on 26/01/201830/01/2018 by peterlebaige

care of the river to my paternal grandmother Edith Lilian Bagge nee Von Sturmer, died 13 June 1923, buried Aromoho Cemetry, Wanganui you rest over the road from the river at least your name rests there the simplest telling of any life the name we sign the best the worst of our doings with right…

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end

Posted on 25/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

Who gets to write the end line in our poem; to lie, at last, suck their wine by the pool when all the chores are done?   No-one sees the masterpiece hung but you kneel dutifully to swallow bread. Like a girl or a good boy should.

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everything in this room is how i want it

Posted on 23/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

i’m content to do nothing substantial. it’s better to chew my fingers, use a torn nail as floss than submit to the dross of sharing my day with you.   * flies listen to me, are in tune with my vibe; the mood (i’m in) to kill descends suddenly, & shut the fuck up &…

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The Man Who Lost His Mind

Posted on 23/01/201824/01/2018 by john keast

His house was small, a wooden affair His front door greeted the nor-west; the wind at the portal washed his face of care It was rarely opened He preferred the small side entrance, past a little table and dying geraniums When friends called  (and that was rare) he would be in the garden, walking around…

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Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Posted on 21/01/2018 by Vin_R1999

Out of sight on a blue blue night. Out of mind? No, you’re intertwined. Out of sight these feelings I fight, out of mind It’s you I can’t find. Out of sight in the failure of light, out of mind it’s a turning world’s grind. Nadine you’re out of my sight, Nadine, I’m out of…

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sunshower, moon

Posted on 21/01/2018 by peterlebaige

sunshower, moon i think i’ve always loved to travel most at the edge of the light dusk streetlight dawn sunshower moon a stained glass window of sky through hay in a fisherman’s breeze a bird’s cry off evening waters where words are more in their less november 2017 moonbridge

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white boats on the water

Posted on 20/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

The white boats are buoyed by the water; the blue sea splayed in sunlight, cloud & sky.   My heart beats for these cubic lines, the pentagrammic houses over the shore. The fishermen.   Remember the waving light on the quay of early morning; hunger for the gusty rain before dusk, or the flash flood….

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the moon’s influence

Posted on 18/01/2018 by Mark Prisco

The old men gaze as a cloud frays across the moon.

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