Cyclone Poetry 3

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
If Glass Could Talk for Jacque If only all the tiny shards of glass bottle brown wine green yellow and purple orchid swirls could talk. What would they say if fragments realigned knit themselves back together like broken bones entwined in casts and heroes walked? What if the paralyzed could…

Cyclone Inspired Poetry 2

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
by June Perkins What Would Emily Say? The creek is still here skeleton bush returns bit by bit but the swinging tree by the waterhole is gone. The tiny blue trimmed butterflies hide with the dandelions gold and brown ones nestle deep into the green grass capturing them with my…