The Blooms of Two Poems

The Birth of Tomorrow

Above
 epileptic blue

The mouth of the sky
                             opens
                 Out to a flow of white clouds
drifting
       our mind
              dreams
                         the pregnancy of a new day
 falling
            like a soft rain
we hold on
      to the embryo
                of  tomorrow
                                     with new hope

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A Lemon Scented Night


A lemon scented night
for a quarter of a moon
priceless treasures
my first perfume
kindles within memories
of
sun bleached and tangled
hair
peeling nose burning bright
like a rudolph light
Christmas trees and houses
all alight like a bonfire
electricity and excitement
the crackling of the air

Seaweed green and slimy beards
hanging off our chins
like a volcanic eruption
laughter flowed
like lava
from deep down
in our bellies
Our legs would feel like jelly

Sand warm and soft
between the toes
castles buckets spades and motes

walks along cliff tops
singing songs
talking to yourself
to a friend
imaginary
or reel riel real
       or not
Our child hood became
           part of the scenery
we were
oblivious to the world

blackberries cooking in a pot of sun
we would all squeal Yum!
with mouths pouting
purple bruising pose
stuff our bellies
and head for home

on the way
looking for shells
we knew which ones were best
we could just tell
cuttle fish for blue
still learning to say
I love you ~ I love you

Long white sheets
who's a scary ghost
riding push bikes
really really fast
climbing up the gum trees
smoking cigarettes
hanging upside down
so the world
looked like one big frown
iced buns
and mums call
don't fall
riding He's a Giant
Ten Hands
Stallion Tall
bareback
no fear at all
and
a lemon scented night

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