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A dereliction of hair vines your face,
and I recall the way ivy hugged the muddy bricks
when we allowed the days to oversee our construction.
I caress the cracked barrens of your cheek;
the epitaph of your smile is scratched in paddocks,
a dusty home for grass-seed dreams left fallow.
We invited rain, but only Autumn attended us.
The parched expanse of your skin invites water,
and I remember the river, clogged with salt;
the soft moans of the withered eucalypts,
and the one tussock of grass by rusted pumps.
Bushfires were a mercy for them.
Your casket moves beyond my reach,
and I hear the creak from when we closed crack-timber gates
and we coaxed the ute out of its charred depression
and we took the few boxes we had saved
and we moved to a caravan on the coast
and we talked of water and weather and we floated...
until now, with only the soft sound
of waves in the distance, and a priest in my ear,
I watch as the fires finally claim my home.
and I recall the way ivy hugged the muddy bricks
when we allowed the days to oversee our construction.
I caress the cracked barrens of your cheek;
the epitaph of your smile is scratched in paddocks,
a dusty home for grass-seed dreams left fallow.
We invited rain, but only Autumn attended us.
The parched expanse of your skin invites water,
and I remember the river, clogged with salt;
the soft moans of the withered eucalypts,
and the one tussock of grass by rusted pumps.
Bushfires were a mercy for them.
Your casket moves beyond my reach,
and I hear the creak from when we closed crack-timber gates
and we coaxed the ute out of its charred depression
and we took the few boxes we had saved
and we moved to a caravan on the coast
and we talked of water and weather and we floated...
until now, with only the soft sound
of waves in the distance, and a priest in my ear,
I watch as the fires finally claim my home.
Literature
Scars, yelling and tears
For every tear you cry
I'll shed two from my eyes
Every time you smile
My day becomes peaceful
When you run away
A part of me becomes missing
When you cut yourself
I cringe as scars rip into me
You happiness brings me peace
Your hugs my warmth
Your love my life
You smiles become my own
Your tears bring on my rainy nights
Your anger tears at my heart
Your screams cause me pains
Your fists bruise me
Rip into my flesh
Scream my ears to deafness
Curse me unto darkness
Break my heart till it's no more
Break my will
Destroy my happiness
Cause me pain
Make me cry
But in the end it's worth it
As long as I can make you smile
Literature
Cheap and Tawdry Married Love
My mother cried when I married you.
Twisted up her brothel-keeper's mouth
and bawled-
'That girl's gone and sold herself too cheap.
...And after everything I told her!'
My aunt patted her hand
Slyly reminding her how bad the deal was,
Your poor job-prospects,
The tiny diamond on the ring
Your mother had given us
Because you couldn't afford to buy one.
I paid them no heed.
Smiling, I posed for the photos
Thankful I'd escaped.
Do you see me?
Standing there beside you
In your sharp suit and your Fagin smile.
I was innocent then,
I couldn't see the flames
But I could still burn...
Literature
A Bad Child's Guide To Monsters
A Bad Child's ABC Guide to Under-the-bed and Closet Monsters
Beware, beware the Allignight
Its teeth are sharp. Its eyes are bright.
If you don't want to end up dead,
Be sure to check beneath your bed.
And if at night you hear a howl,
The Banda's come to disembowel.
The empty little kids can't shout
When their insides have been torn out.
And screeching means a Calder's come.
It does no good at all to run.
For it will drag you to its den
And slowly tear off all your skin.
And if a Drylak comes don't cry
If it gets in, you will not die.
It has a huge and dripping nose
And hides its boogers in your clothes.
And if an
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Something for which I probably stayed up far too late. I'll take a look at it in a few days time to evaluate the need for revision.
As always, feedback is appreciated.
Benedictions.
Minor editing done. It is amazing the little things you miss when you're fatigued.
As always, feedback is appreciated.
Benedictions.
Minor editing done. It is amazing the little things you miss when you're fatigued.
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I believe, that amongst all of these wise and experienced critics my thoughts shall go unheard of but, alas...the more I try, and as time transcends time, I too shall grow as wise as them but, on to this. Ahem. Beautifuly written. I am sad to hear that you won;'t be on the DA but, this poem just as the rest...the imagery...wonderful. Crystalline.