The Poetry Marathon

I carried my jars out into the evening, calling my children to get into their

raincoats and come in search of mystery and science. We walked

to the boundary where the town ceased and the floodplains began ssh..

the music changed from car hums to frog song, the last of civilization fell away

no more smells of ground coffee or gardens growing tomatoes and beans,

no more watching politicians, peculating the public purse, .

Just the steam rising creating a wild mist, as we search elbow to elbow, for new life.

-s.j.duncan-

I am hungry, cold, weak, I seek shelter from the heat of the day, a small stream

refreshes my senses, quenches my thirst gives me a chance at one more day

my swollen belly contains the future, my line, my hope, I choose this place it is

peaceful no large predators hunting me, fresh berries and small prey, I thrive.

in the distance smoke and fire wind there way down the mountain, ash falls

l choke, I rest, my genetic code lost, entombed by chance,

-s.j.duncan-

I am full of indecision, my heart is a whirlwind lost in its twist

all because you stood within my sight, your scent wafting

toward me. What do I do now, with these feelings coursing through

my veins, my body moves hypnotized, soaring across the distance

between our breaths, singing some genetic jig, control held by my

ancestors, but whoa I have brain, slow down relax so his pretty and

he smells nice , personality, job prospects, hygiene, family, medical history

factors that need consideration a google search a detective, time ticks slowly

then stops. back track, heading home.

-s.j.duncan-

I run through my dreams, I run through the bushes

I fly with the wind , back to you,

I dance through my dreams into your arms,

for my love my heart may be wild but it belongs

to your song. to our hills and our valleys.

to the land that birthed us green and pure.

so take me now a bride for the night.

-s.j.duncan-

Her skin is a jungle of deepest green,

scared by rivers sweet and clean

oceans of the deepest blue,

mountain ranges, sharp and grey

capped with fresh falling snow

pure white crystals a blanket of cold

she is layered in the hues of calm,

browns to red warmed by the sun,

golden dirt to feed her heart.

When she is treated well she grows a

rainbow of wild flowers to feed the life

that make her a home .

-s.j.duncan-

Each strand of web stretches across the void

vibrating as the spider dances toward its pray

each leg is part of precision instrument

conducting its lunch into a cacoon,

so many eyes watching, such a fierce

warrior, I think I will be leaving now.

-s.j.duncan-

Don’t you see i

cannot belong to me l am

freefalling a feather laced with love ,, not

attached to me like

limbs sitting pretty on an

opportunity that isn’t ordinary

this place is my world.

s.j.duncan

My echoes called in on the way to yesterday

I think the pretty little verses have gone and lost their way,

if you find them hanging out, don’t let them stop and play,

send them home immediately so l can rest today.

-s.j.duncan-

I am a song, l dance along, l play inside your head, come chase my lonely tune.

I am a dream , a quiet place to be, in the darkness of the night, a lonely friend to sleep beside until the morning arrives,

I have walked a winding road, from the beginning until the end, a journey that has suited me for l am without a friend, it is a rambling way to go but pretty on the eye, so tip your cat cordially if you pass me by,

– s.j.duncan –

I’d say it was my quiet place, but it was so full of life.

the wind singing through the gums, the gentle rhythm of the cattle calling their young

the whoosh of wings gliding through the canopy, my breath echoing against my chest.

 Magpies warbling, a gang of opportunists,

and the laughter of the kookaburras, made the wild paddock the last pocket of bush,

this place of my spirit, my home,

– s.j.duncan –