winter sunlight
an unknown bird
shrieking
late afternoon
purple flowers
huddle together
the sun dazzling
just before dusk
birds converse
August afternoon
clouds stipple the sky
behind the mountain
twilight
two girls in tight pants
walking fast
on the far road
small car tows caravan
a mapgie flies over
late winter sun
the sustained chirrups
of homing birds
Sunday evening
the big truck
heads home empty
dots of clover
in the nature strip
the sun lowers
shadows lengthen
the birds get busy
before bed
wattle and bottlebrush
wattle and bottlebrush
paint the street yellow
dusk falls
the smell of cooking
the smell of cooking
voices through flywire
dark coming down
Old friends in Melbourne posted on facebook about poetry walks: Jennie Fraine is creating a series of Spring walks for people who like to walk and write at the same time; Myron Lysenko posted a reminder about an upcoming gingko walk (for the purpose of creating haiku). These are group events, and Melbourne is too far away these days, but I decided to take the hint and set off on a solitary walk of my own, armed with notebook, pen and camera.
Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #162
Some people saw this before I decided to add photos. After reading kind comments suggesting I had made word pictures, I wondered if adding actual snaps was a mistake. Upon reflection, and after seeking some readers' opinions, I have made the photos small and moved them to the end of the poem. I like it very much that the words create pictures in people's imaginations, so I didn't want to interfere too much with that.
Old friends in Melbourne posted on facebook about poetry walks: Jennie Fraine is creating a series of Spring walks for people who like to walk and write at the same time; Myron Lysenko posted a reminder about an upcoming gingko walk (for the purpose of creating haiku). These are group events, and Melbourne is too far away these days, but I decided to take the hint and set off on a solitary walk of my own, armed with notebook, pen and camera.
Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #162
Some people saw this before I decided to add photos. After reading kind comments suggesting I had made word pictures, I wondered if adding actual snaps was a mistake. Upon reflection, and after seeking some readers' opinions, I have made the photos small and moved them to the end of the poem. I like it very much that the words create pictures in people's imaginations, so I didn't want to interfere too much with that.
