Archive for June, 2009

28
Jun
09

kipple

Hi everyone, I’m thrilled to announce that my poem “your mother’s hands” has been published at kipple. It’s a journey of ups and downs to get published, and it is really satisfying when the hard work pays off. Head on over to kipple and check it out…http://kipplepoetry.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-mothers-hands-vanessa-page.html

22
Jun
09

Rain

Somehow, the words come easier in the rain. Maybe less distractions, maybe the romanticism of it, maybe just that my mind has slowed down just enough to allow me to concentrate. Whatever the answer may be, it has been a productive couple of days.

17
Jun
09

Riding

mounted on bicycles

the sting of air

whistles past us clean

tiny licks lifting the edges

of coat fronts, fringes

we coast

fluid in motion

one small shape, and a bigger one

two Impressionist blurs

09
Jun
09

Salvation

Salvation

We are safe,

Complete under January heat

Two damp foreheads

Pressed together

07
Jun
09

Raspberries

Raspberries

 

We wanted them for their beauty

The perfection of the raspberries

For sale in their white paper trays

Later, we talked, our fingertips stained

Moving like impressionist blurs

Through the weave of the cours saleya

Our countenance, soft as jubes

Wondering about the significance

Of tiny, momentary delights

07
Jun
09

Patriarch

Patriarch

 

He appeared as if from dust

Earth, the patented flavour of his skin

Presenting, with slow metho eyes

A barbequed chook

Tucked under one arm

 

Fearing only the meaning of now

For it rubs against the silence of the Gulf

The steady understanding of Mitchell

Each season out there

Fraying the thread between man and home

A little more

 

Inside, they are watching the cricket

Hands reaching for fruit cake

False sons and strange daughters

And a wife, altered to the veins

Betrayed by indifference

Busy with the kettle

 

For what more is there to say?

When there is already a colour television

Reclining chairs and a plastic wall phone

 

This life

Was not his to leave in the first place

It sprouted up here

Took the past by surprise

Now he navigates urban mechanics

Carved out, wandering with bow legs

 

Displaced,

He smokes tobacco on the back step

Counts minutes by bird wing

Lets the blue plumes linger;

Wishes for eucalypt

 

Sheds a tear when the littlest one is afraid

Bundles of grandchildren in terry towelling

The closest he will get to arrival

 

Later he watches them go

Packed into Holden cars

Keeps his feet flat, and safe;

Anchored in earth

 

In the saddle will come acceptance

In the bush, a thousand more brilliant days

 

My Grandfather, Billy Page

My Grandfather, Billy Page

07
Jun
09

Sundays

Sundays are for…

Breakfasts on the deck, an awesome early coffee, reading the papers with jjj on, wearing slippers all day, catching up on the odd bizarre household chore that always gets overlooked, no sense of guilt in a lunchtime drink and effortless lounging.

French toast with berry sauce

French toast with berry sauce

05
Jun
09

Compass

Compass

 

A half open door and silence

Told me something was very wrong

We’d always taken these cues from one another

We’d always been seamless

So when I found you

Glassy eyed, with your

Knees pulled up to your chest,

Your language was foetal

And needed no interpretation

We held hands

And searched for the divining rod.

05
Jun
09

Shapes in the weather

Shapes in the weather

I saw truth
Hovering over the spiky heads
Of the pineapples

Time had bore
Greedily over these conversations
Left us spent

Outside
Plantations were a blurred
Intransience

All the while
The silence was building
Like white heat

No more inert
Than the world was fatalistic
We stood opposed

Travelling
Armed with facts about the weather
A crumpled countenance

Still, the shapes
Of the hinterland cling to us
Softer beyond this.

04
Jun
09

Goomeri Pumpkin Festival

A thousand pumpkins rolling down Policeman’s Hill – a sight to behold! Fantastic idea to rejuvenate a little town in the South Burnett. 

Pumpkin Frenzy

Pumpkin Frenzy




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