The Poetry Marathon

my heart walks thee down by the shore

our hands barley meet as in the evening we stroll

following lines discarded by sea, shells, weeds, broken knees

I wonder why, we go so slow, in this lonely hopeless space.

the shanty’s stench flows down in rivers golden brown

to meet the waters and kill the fish,

the miasma is quite remis,

save me ,save me. from this stench

take me, take me, to the tavern,

let us drown in your poison,

in your poison, let us sink

for we are an awkward match

gifted by aristocracy, cousins

by one parent and an uncle by the other

a repulsive discourse,

making us shudder.

We curve ourselves around you

making a nest of our bodies, of our love,

our heart beats the lullaby that rocks you to sleep

your tiny soft shell covered in pink skin

a layer of fat to warm you, to grow you,

Dear Dreamer,

Hi come in, its okay l’m not crazy, I’m a poet, welcome to my imagination,

it is full of odd socks, a collection of bones, not a full skeleton, but close, the memory of

my first kiss wrapped in nostelgia, my parents divorce, grandpa’s hugs, the bully who

made me fierce, the sound of the ocean tangled in a storm, kookaburras laugh, tall grasses

the bsmellof eucalypts after the rain, words half written, forgotten and lost, come in

and explore me, the last great unkown,

l gaze into the red hot sun

wishing to be by your side

my eyes forced closed

light flickers behind my lids

a rainbow bouquet in your hair

my lips move into a gentle smile

my eyes remain dry

l will always miss you

but l can go on now

a new life, isn’t what l wanted

but it is what,l  have to live.

the land was quiet, in the sense that no man made noise,

erupted from within, only the footfall of one small child, with

the voice of bird, yet no feathers adorned her bony arms,

she searched for a nest close to the ground, for the song

of aliens, that echoed in her veins, she returned over and over to

her lonely cocoon, woven from dry grass and mud, and the shards

of her egg.

the beginning grew, a scar opening from a time before

a mumble tasting the fresh dark, growing into a song

flew through time, seeding it with stars

Hungry, the stars fight, cannibalizing each other

until they are so bright and full they become suns,

the crumbs join to become planets,

the song looses her voice and sleeps quietly

in the sky, a lonely darkness, searching for her melody.

holding your heart in her rough hands

your soul growing in her wild fields

even with limbs, that longer sleep with in her

she reads you, the energy of your skin against hers

as you wander this life.

she shook, a mournful cry from her throat

her barren landscape laid bare

her song wandering a stark

vision of her future, a

melancholy wind echoing

her dismal story, a future that

holds her gloomy shadow

in its grim grasp.

while he remembered,

a secret,

a conversation

a curtain breathed,

in and out,

a sudden fear

god told stories,

in the sky,

nightmares.

Dear Sandra,17,

I love you, I wish I could tell you to be different, to be braver, to believe in yourself, l don’t want us to live through the pain, but we must for that is how we learn, we grow, how we become me, and l promise in the end you where always exactly who you needed to be, to become the women I am today.

thank you xxxx