Tag: Australian Poetry
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Cumulus
They hang together, hustled by the wind, their cartoon-drawn edges belying their tear-stained hues,
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quiver
I am afraid of that which lies inside
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21
He sits in the chair, all arms and legs, hands expressing freefall thoughts;
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whilst drowning…
some days, (whilst drowning), a life boat comes not in some form of saviour,
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slide
i’m sliding out of a skin
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Alice
Now and then, a pocket of time sits within my grasp,
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threshold
she stands at the door and knocks, the Alice in her wondering at the adventures that lay behind it, her feet twitching in excitement for the slippery dip
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water-logged
sopping up the dribble, hands and feet, fretting over every drop, its stain on the floor, its presence
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Plates
jeering a grin water-coloured crystal shimmer spindle-esqe discs spin
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Fragments
Scattered they are strewn confetti pieces of fragments
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Poetically Speaking: David Tensen
Today’s Poetically Speaking: voices of the 21st century interview is with the insightful David Tensen. We discuss the power of poetry in the 21st century, how poetry is an offering, putting our words onto the table for others to experience and the privilege to be able to write poetry.
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Poetically Speaking: Elizabeth Snow
Elizabeth Snow, a South Australian poet, writes from the heart, expressing her view of the world through free form poetry. She shares about coming back to writing, learning new skills and about the importance of never letting your voice be silenced.
Miriam E. Miles 