Poetry - Year V - Number 29 - October 2019

    SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson

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    SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson  Commutations The morning commute begins on the hourAs nighttime and daylight adjoin in friction.Buses interrupt as I squint for my number;Balanced and hovering on the kerb’s edgeIn front of staring commuters like...

    WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler

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    WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler  Somedays I Am That Cypress                                                                                 The past has all blown east.The Monterey cypress felt it leavein the teeth of a Pacific sea squall.Ever since, the cypress has leaned easttoward the...

    CAPTIVE by David Williamson

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    Captive Thursday’s trap door below hermemory swings and                   upclimbs the same captoralways that man, grey wool suitred carnationtaking her furniture, picturesSaturdays hostageagain she bumps into the                       emptyspaces between bare wallsof personal careTuesday teaspoons...

    REMEMBERING CAMUS by Reed Venrick

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    REMEMBERING CAMUS by Reed Venrick  Circles of the Sea The Eye was the first circle(Emerson) Those last days of summer, buildinga sandman for the last time, beforeSeptember's school, soon to begin—when the child sees something, she standing, leaping up...

    FOUR POEMS by John Casey

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    Perfect Day Leaves dancing, rustlingDelicately caressedBy the soft breezeA whispered wind song Patches of sun, dartingBreak through branchesCascade and collideIn prismatic collageOn the forest floor Nestled in shadeMossed rocks, mushroomsAnd unfurled fernsScattered at randomAlong my earthen path I...

    DOGS OF AUSTRALIA by Rodney A. Williams

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    Dogs of AustraliaFor German migrants internedas enemy aliens on Torrens Islandin the Port Adelaide River Estuaryduring World War 1.1I am a dog of AustraliaWalked here by this country’s first peopleAcross a land bridge long...

    SIXTEEN OF ME by Lefcothea-Maria Golgaki

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    SIXTEEN OF ME To Giorgos by Lefcothea-Maria Golgaki   The Promise The girl was told hapless creatures cannot marchFinite their choicesThe girl was told woebegone bodies can only trudgeRasping sound their voices Should they adjust to a haphazard mannerCurtailed their...

    RETURN by Angela Shepherd

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    RETURN by Angela Shepherd Return You came to me as I took my first breath, the spirit which filled my lungs and energized my beginning with grace.  My life dependent on your presence, inspired by your mystery,...