Going through ‘Love Gumboots’
Scribble Leaves – June Perkins
What does the writing on the leaves mean?
Who put it there? Insect, human or Great Spirit?
Hugging Heritage – June Perkins
Wrap your arms
around green life.
Wrap your arms
around the source of your breath.
Wrap yourself
into the story of the carving.
(c) June Perkins all rights reserved words and images
Found this one in one of my old poetry blogs, no longer on line, ‘Love Gumboots’
Sharing an old chapbook of mine over on my ripple poetry blog.
Walking through
images of the mind
treading the pathways
of a dream
spinning in the world
created
by a moving thought
resulting from
a burning of fingers of the heart,
continues the wanderer.
Once journeying begins
it can never end . . .
intoxication has set in.
(c) June Perkins
From Shadow Puppets, p.8 This poem was written in my youth.
There are days when you can play
with shadows to see the light
you can find these on journeys
past cane and fallen down trees.
Life has corners you can’t see
twists and turns
still photography.
Sometimes we don’t see connections
We go and miss
the shimmering.
Sometimes we don’t see the beauty
We’ve forgotten how to feel.
You can chase the sunlight
across the window panes.
You can turn it into
anything you want.
Climb and clamber
shine and Sway
in the forests
light the way.
Capture a glimpse of connection
dream of nature’s rhapsody
make this a day to remember.
Chase the shadows into light.
Sometimes we don’t see connections.
We go and miss the shimmerings
Sometimes we don’t see the beauty,
We’ve forgotten how to feel.
Make this a day to remember
Chase the shadows into light
(c) June Perkins, song lyric.
Over at my ripple poetry blog I am sharing lots of poems on light, from my own work and other’s writings, in celebration of the International Year of Light. Here is one that I wrote after cyclone yasi.
Hellos of the human race
Are wayfarers in outer space
Searching into future time
Reaching memories so sublime.
Wayfarers in shifting space
Mix Dylan’s songs of human race
Dancing with the dust of stars
To the future we might be bizarre?
Hellos circle stars and moon
Humanity longs for a cocoon
As child soldier hides in the wheat
And tides move the world’s heart beat.
© June Perkins
Originally posted here Hellos in Space : Image Credit: Paulien Bats
Owen just shared his poetry workshop from the Ripple Project.
Let him and me know what you think about poetry!
Introduction
Poetry is telling about something in our life.
Poets look closely at life around them.
Poets try to tell about life they see, or hear, or feel, or move through.
Poets also tell something new about what they experience.
Poets also try to imagine what the future might be like, from what they observe. They might imagine a future that has gone bad for us because of our actions of today. They might imagine a future that is fabulous because of the better actions we can do.
Poets try to tell these things in the fewest words they can, rather than writing a story about them. But this is not a rule and some very famous poets (e.g. Ezra Pound) have written a poem as long as a book.
Poets ask questions about everything they experience in life. They think about those things, and look at them from all…
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Just writing some poems. No pics, no GIFs, no vids. Keeping it simple.
Poetry for the Soul by Robert Malouf
"Be on guard. Stand firm in the faith. Be courageous. Be strong. And do everything with love." 1 Cor. 16:13-14
"kindness is healing, writer & poet of sorts, "
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