Poetry in the Every Day

 

Tread lightly

walk in softness

 

Photographs whilst walking

become source of reflection

inspiration and care on

days when I can’t walk.

 

Thread lightly

memories only a few days old

 

This feather nestled in

the surrounds of the park

a moment of grace

saying ‘stop and be with me’

 

Today my heels are in a  sorry state,

covered in antiseptic cream

band aids and slippers

and  still I can hardly tread

on ground.

 

So this what the little mermaid

meant when she said

‘I walk in pain.’

 

I must be content with scrolling

through the beauty  of my last walk in

nature

just down the street.

 

Move lightly

swim in softness

 

So near and yet so far.

This soft feather a solace.

 

Move lightly

become softness.

 

And mystery is a feather

discovering its poetry.

 

(c) June Perkins

 

 

That Day

That day when we ran into
watch tv
the black and white of
Sesame St
now full colour

was jump up and down on the couch
joy.

That day when someone looked at
me and said
you can’t talk to me
you are not my friend

was tears.

That day when my friend
made a necklace for me out
of fimo and it was frangipanis

the past was lost
and part of me was healed.

That day when someone tried
to break into our house
and our friends arrived
before the police did
and stayed to make us tea
when the intruder was taken away

was scarier than a cyclone
and preparation.

That day when I found out
I could write and research
the rest of a history story
I had been waiting to do so for
twenty years

was a story saying
I bless you
to share me.

That day I told my story
about Yasi
to help others
I began to let it go.

(c) June Perkins

The Conversation

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Written in Response to Australian Children’s Poetry Prompt 6#

Perhaps this a young adults poem though rather than for children. What do you feel are the themes of this poem and what age group would you share it with? As for the structure, the key to that is the word window. . .

I will keep thinking about the prompt and see if I can create a poem for younger children.

HEALING

Love this poem from Melissa. Go check out her sensitive poems and mesmerising photography.

Melissa Shaw-Smith

DSCF7174Like a fishing heron
I will stand on one leg
And wait
For the healing to begin.

It starts deep inside
The silent knitting together
Of cells and tissues
Into an intricate suspension bridge
Spanning the wound

Slowly
The restorative mind fixes its beam
On the hotspot
Tapping the reserves
Of sunlight and music
Channeling the resources
Of tea and compassion
The balm of small feats mustered

It is a balancing act
A resolution
To keep the self-pity genie
Stoppered in its bottle

Regeneration
A humbling of the spirit
A discovery that strength and patience
Are one and the same.

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Shadows into Light

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Light and Cane series – June Perkins

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.

Footsteps

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Photo Credit: June Perkins

Footsteps I hear
Loud
Soft
Allegro
Andante

Footsteps to follow
courage
resilience
persistence
recovery

Footsteps of mystery
creation
birth
life
purpose

Footsteps I can’t avoid
milestones
old
memory
death

Footsteps
loss
pain
healing
renewal

Inner footsteps
Silence
Meditation
Journey
Understanding


(c) June Perkins,

Sorry Day Song

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Unity – June Perkins

Tracing the past in the lines of a book
Doesn’t always work
Doesn’t always heal.
Sometimes we have to go back to the dark.
Sometimes we need to search for the spark.
Find the words that work, find the words that heal what we feel.

Stories of memory,stories of land
Words they are tricklin’ all through my hands
Stories tryin’ to work
Stories tryin’ to heal what we feel.

Aunties and Uncles are under the trees.
Stories are floating around in the breeze.
Stories tryin’  to work, stories tryin’ to heal what we feel.

Tracing the past in the lines of a book
It doesn’t always work
And it doesn’t always heal
Sometimes we have to go back to the dark.
Sometimes we need to search for the spark.
Find the words that work, find the words that heal what we feel.

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Big Brother, Little Brother – June Perkins

A song rippling out from Ripple, written on the day of the national apology to Australia’s Indigenous people.