Threads

Ripple Poetry

Time threads me
into you

Stars salt me with
the blue

Time traps me in
your silk

Stars sweet me with
your song

Fish threads me into
net

Ocean salts me with
your loss

Song sings me into
sorrows

Time hooks me into
blue

It threads me into
you

It leads me toward
you

(c) Words and image June Perkins (From my notebook)

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The Poet at Play 3 – Working with Metaphors

Find out how I created this first draft

People still
fear
the Trojan horse

Somehow this horse
is a boat
or a truck
full of people crying

It can’t be real
it is just a tool
to make us open
borders

We won’t be fooled
We must protect our
citizens

Oh for a portal to freedom
a falling Berlin wall
and all the Humpty Dumptys
falling down,
down,
down

toppling
from the wall
they installed

Oh for a portal
to compassion
hidden somewhere
in that wall
that is going
up, up, up, up

When will you believe
what you see
is not just a trick
and when will we all
sing a welcome song?

(c) June Perkins

Ripple Poetry

Image by June Perkins

This week I have been playing with metaphors.  Metaphors give us a memorable comparison to understand something which seems inexpressible at a deep level.

Some metaphors  have been so used that there have become clichés; so as I write I have to approach them with care and ingenuity.   I have to strive for originality.  But also intertextuality and allusion are going to be helpful.

I have been working with the ideas of gates, doors and walls, of barriers, and openings, of welcomes and denials.

My journey with gates, doors and walls is triggered by all the news about refugees around the world not being allowed to cross borders, and being put inside prisons, and separated from their children.

Historically walls are set up to protect from invasion of enemies. They surround cities, castles and more. But all walls have a gate for those who can be…

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Ted X Morning


For Deb, Justine and Renee


Ted X Morning

The light and zing of commercials
between my favourite shows
is not nourishing
but rather requires the mute button green
of the remote to take me into a greener zone
and better still a turning away from entertainment
that leads to momentary escape from the
sorrow, pain, and heartbreak.

Finding out my friends
favourite tedX talks
and watching them one by one
becomes the new forest I build
which will still have heart break
but the kind that’s a ladder
over the wall of sorrow in
watching or a doorway into inner understanding
and there’s a garden
where I can foster the self outside
my physical now reality.

Poets, Teachers, Parents
build insights that make me laugh
and know I am not alone
but all parents hearts can break
no one is perfect
it is okay to say I made
a mistake, I am sorry
and often those we love
may hurt us the most
although not through intention
but just because they know all the
weaknesses we think we hide
but to them are clear because they love us.

A silent clap
can bring me to tears
and reflecting on moments
of clarity and calm lived between
intense pain brings realisation
that need not be explained
but simply lived.

(c) June Perkins 22/03/2018

Beyond

I have a poetry quest to 200 going at present, if you wish to follow its progress.

June

A Thousand Healing Haiku

Illumination
through curtains of devotion
opening her spiritual eyes

Her eyes look
beyond roses and thorns
their focus is the desire for dawn

Dawn understands prayers embrace
illumines inner being
With Amazing Grace

(c)  Words and Image, June Perkins

No. 10 -12 in the Journey to 200

Joe Paczkowski

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