Bamboo

It may not look like much
after a year’s worth of effort
to call the first sprout:
Progress,
especially
when promised a bounty.
Fortune comes in small packages:
underneath the levity
is a system expanding,
sourcing
for the strength
to carry the weight
of a phenomenon.

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Race

In the race between
the body and the soul,
overheating is likely to occur
in those
who ran through the park
climbed the watchtowers
and strolled to the shoreline
to wave to the ocean.

Spontaneous combustion
forcing focused cells
from their frame;
a dust trail
with every step.
And the rhythmic
crunch of leaves
continue…

 

                                               …and the rhythmic
                                                  crunch of leaves
                                                  continue…

                                                                                                …and the rhythmic
                                                                                                   crunch of leaves
                                                                                                   continue…

setting a pace
for others to follow,
carving a detour
worth the view.

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House Guest House Pest

House Guest House Pest

(after the book of the same title by Richard Jones. The book is about insects, rodents and other animals (or pests) that have been living with humans throughout history, whether we like it or not.)

Moving
from tree-tops
to mud coated caves
to the furnished interior
of cemented walls,
this sacred space
needs no intrusion
from the world
I evolved from.
But making a new start
in the same small town
my divorce was filed in
leaves a residual presence
of an experience
I catalogued as ‘the past’,
a book sitting on the shelf
called ‘the present’.
They say
draw an outline,
disrupt the triggers,
give no reason,
no hiding place,
no nook,
no cranny,
for anyone
to crawl back into my life.
What they don’t realise
is that I’m living
infested;
my comfort zone:
a small square
on their land.

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Thevetia peruviana

(or Be-Still Tree)

Be Still.
There is no need to
rustle your leaves
in your own storm.

Unmatched beauty,
don’t you force
the taste of you
onto my tongue,
teasing my heart
into deadly acrobatics.

Ms. Wicked Allure,
must you imprint your vengeance
on the living,
by having death linger
from your searing ashes
until finally, I fall to you?

You need not resort
to drastic measures.
Your dark humour tempts
with yellow radiance
and fulfilled promises:
many lust for you;
their last breath,
as payment.

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Queen of the Night

Oh, Lady of the Night
How I wait endlessly
I’ve seen the sun ignite
And the moon start anew,
Still my chilled call
Does not beckon you.

Oh, Lady of the Night
How your leaves prick me
I stroked them so slight
A gentle tickle to tease
Still, the secrets you keep
Until the hour of release.

Oh, Lady of the Night
How they call for their Queen,
Kneeling at your throne, Knights
Awaiting a hint of your perfume
And a sight, your Blessed Beauty
in the witching hour, bloom.

Oh, Lady of the Night
How I long to see your face
Before emerge your deadly plight
With the rising Sun, you dispel
I bid with lasting breath
My Lady of the Night, Farewell.


Note: This poem is inspired by Epiphyllum oxypetalum an epiphytic cactus that blooms very infrequently, supposedly once a year and after a drop in temperature for 25 consecutive days. It is said to start blooming at around 8pm at night and can be fully bloomed at 3am, after which it wilts before the sun comes up.

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Plastiglomerate

This is how we know we’ve made it,
not by being in record books,
but by being dug up
and examined
by a civilisation
long after us,
who will not look
at the amalgamation
of rock, sand and coral
coated in synthetics
and see a rarity,
a novelty
but
a small-scale
representation
of how we shaped the earth
in the image
of our greed.

Note: Plastiglomerate is a ‘new’ rock formed when melted plastics combine with rock, sand, coral and other debris to form a geological entity that will be embedded in the fossil record, and noted as a characteristic of the Anthropocene. For more information: http://www.sciencemag.org/news/2014/06/rocks-made-plastic-found-hawaiian-beach
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