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If the body could float,
of course you might ride motionless
on the breeze,
skydive aerial arms slowly
down this ravine
feel the fuzzled damp
of foam
lightly touch rock
some ordinary flower
Morning Husks
Morning Husks
In my neighbour's property
there are no mountains,
acute pinks and lilacs of roses
or the inclusion of water loping idly
over tendered lawns and beds,
but a yard of seed pods, pollen and nuts
where wild bir…Read More
Loves Lost
Loves Lost
You, my beloved lost in advance, my
never-appeared:
&…Read More
Buddy (2006-2015) RIP little fellow!
This is a tribute to my male cat, Buddy. Gone now for 2.5 years. It has taken me until now to write about him, as at the time, of course, I was very sad, but I had also lost my partner of 12 years. I realise now what a …Read More
Thank you. I saw an eagle or hawk (not sure) on the same day. Too far away to capture, but how lucky they are to catch the thermals. I guess the narrator wants to be like the bird. Cheers, Helen
Helen Hagemann holds an MA in Writing from Edith Cowan University, has three poetry books: Evangelyne & Other Poems published by Australian Poetry, Melbourne (2009) and of Arc & Shadow published by Sunline Press, Perth (2013). Bounty: prose poetry is published by Oz.one Publishing in 2024. She has three novels published The Last Asbestos Town (2020), The Ozone Café (2021) and The Five Lives of Ms Bennett a result of her Masters degree at ECU (2006), is published by Oz.one Publishing (2023).
2 comments:
Mmm - lovely. Thanks for sharing the gentle journey of this poem.
Thank you. I saw an eagle or hawk (not sure) on the same day. Too far away to capture, but how lucky they are to catch the thermals. I guess the narrator wants to be like the bird. Cheers, Helen
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