Poems

Poem

In need of some repair,

six point seven billion

careless owners.

Lovely views of the galaxy,

possible renovation project.

 

Owners seek exchange

Poem

Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.
Count out three. These represent the lakes
that nestle inside countries, all the snaking 
rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.

Poem

This morning she got up
On the happy side of the bed,
Pulled back
The grey sky-curtains
And poked her head
Through the blue window
Of heaven,

Poem

Tell me, Mama,
Where does the sun come from
in the morning?

Where does it go to
when it reaches the edge of the field?

Poem

I found an autumn necklace in the hedge,

silken threads, strung with tiny beads.

Yet when I touched a strand it fell,

leaving only scattered tears.

 

Poem

Furrows unfurl,
Carved by the plough – Curl, fold, fall back:
The skin peels away.

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