Oh, what the hey, it was fun posting that last... post. So, why not, i'll share some more. Recently I went bushwalking with my very good friend, Glenn (teacher & poet also) and had an absolute blast of a time. Here's some haiku of the trip:
bush fly
the distant humming
of the highway
lookout point
we share
its silence
driving for miles
we vent
our road rage
broken twig
how quick
this wild peacock
a new shrub
every kilometer
a memory
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Depression
A crow appeared out of the cloaks
of night in my dream
and it preyed off my dark thoughts.
Ready for the kill,
staring into my face ivory
like the ghost of all the martyred dead,
and I…
I hang on for dear life.
The Adamant Rants Of A Teenager
*As heard in the library
I want to stay at home and play games!
I have an appointment with other friends online!
You cannot organise something without me knowing!
I have plans!
"Hahaha so funny"
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Bushwalk Haiku
just you and I mosquito
sharing last night's Vodka
it winks--
sun behind
rustling leaves
in front of hills bending--
a thousand trees
and I looking
distant creek--
a strange edible plant
perhaps
bush walk--
slushes of the water bottle
steady, then gone
rising
on the path home
the same grass
only birdsong
only trees
strategically taking a piss
autumn river
this time
my heart floods
Friday, April 22, 2011
Petrichor
Petrichor (PET-ri-kuhr) noun
The pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a dry spell
From Greek petros- (stone) + ichor (the fluid that is supposed to flow in the veins of the Gods in Greek mythology)
lull
of the
first rain
after a dry
spell procures
a suspense like
no other its silence
calms the exhaustion of
hysterical trees shrugging
off draught its scent lingers
between blackberry lanes that
bear their chests to the drizzle
its arrival breathes most sweet
lullabies of Gaia... a gushing
finger to her thirsty lips:
hush now sleep...
shhhh
Monday, April 18, 2011
New Farm Park Haiku
http://anotherlostshark.com/2011/04/19/new-farm-park-ginko-lee-anne-davie-vuong-pham/
Work Life Could Be Worse
life could be worse is all I can say
when you come and complain
to me about that nasty
person at work
next time
think
of
being
stuck in
some cockpit of
a spaceship whereby
there is no gravity or coffee
only a monkey and shit like that
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Strange Trees
what
extreme
solitude as
we listen to
the deepening
quiet of the very
trees themselves
talk in corrugated
sunlight voices that
leaves stitch maybe
I am mad for the voices
and oozing saps beckon me
from the silence of the park
bench urging me to walk on
fields of water where the
rising river touches fossil
logs shifting back to a
time where trees
sung before
metals or
money
for I
hear
voices
hum
from
growth
rings of
ancients
as I follow
a summer sun
until it arched over
continents and seas as I
stared until she turned her eyes away