Beckoning Autumn

Magic Fish Dreaming

Collin Key Flickr Woman walking with her dog through an autumn landscape

Come burnt orange

golden yellow and burnished red

leaves.

Bring us

relief from heat waves

and air conditioners.

Remember my light red jumper

and favouriteboots

They’re out once more.

Loosen your leaves

to reveal sculptural trees

on the hillsides.

Let the fading days of summer

whisper listening toautumn jazz

with a milo.

By June Perkins

An Invitation Poem

This poetry idea is based on ideas in Barbara Esbensen’sbook A Celebration of Bees: Helping Children Write Poetry

You write a poem like this when you want something to happen, like a season, event or a birthday party.

Published on Australian Children’s Poetry

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Beyond Prejudice

Shirren Lim, Flickr

I refuse to see myself
through your eyes
to let your lens
become my disguise.
I won’t give in
to its stereotype.
I won’t become your lie.
My wish for freedom
will not die.

You strip me back
to my bones
classify me
by skin tones.
I am more than my skin;
If you look deeper
you could be kin.
I cut you adrift
deflect the hurt
you sought to give
so I can simply live.

After I have healed
from your slight
I send out a light
to shade us both.

I won’t become your lie.
My wish for freedom
will not die.

(c) June Perkins

The Bystander

Domestic Violence hotlines can be found here

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Ripple Poetry

I have found that social issues have been preoccupying my mind; foremost amongst these: domestic violence.
I think of the people suffering this in silence.
I wonder about those of us who might find ourselves bystanders.
What can we do when we suspect this happening?
This is the first draft of my first poem on this topic.
In this one I am concerned to ask the ‘victim’ what do you need me to do.
This first poem I wanted to be plain speaking, direct address to the victim
What do you want me to do?
I think there will be more, as I do more background research.

Tell me how to help you
I see you look so sad

I can see it in your eyes
The way he makes you lie

I can see the strong control
He makes me stay away

Yet I want to be your friend

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Dust (workshopped version)

Reworking Dust… the process of editing.

Ripple Poetry

Creative Commons Flickr – Anna From Dresden

I reworked this poem recently, by reading it aloud and discussing its meaning with my daughter.  Reread the earlier version if you like.  DUST ORIGINAL POEM

I enjoyed our working process so much that we may repeat it on some of my other works.   

DUST

“We cherish the hope that through the loving-kindness of the All-Wise, the All-Knowing, obscuring dust may be dispelled and the power of perception enhanced, that the people may discover the purpose for which they have been called into being.”  Tablets of Baha’u’llah, Ṭarázát (Ornaments)

Dust
obscuring
covering
settling
coating the everyday of the soul

A thickening mantle of swirling
loss
regret
anxiety
confusion

Self-doubt
surrounds
impounds
confounds

Questions asked of a higher power
astound

The shape of the soul unfurls
feathered tips of wings
for a moment, visible
faith
connection
certainty

Divine breeze released by words
chanted

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