Posted by: nativeiowan | October 17, 2013

There is Poetry

there is poetry in motion

there is poetry in sound

there is poetry in silence

The kookaburra’s noisy boisterousness

The 5:42 train from Brisbane, the rattle n shake of the cars on the track, the horn as it pulls into the station

The poetry of a neighbor wasting his time and water on the parched lawn, knowing it is supposed to rain tomorrow

The children of mixed ages as they play on the corner of our cul-de-sac

The wheels on skates n scooters and bikes and boards, a rolling poetry, a poetry of risk and pending injury

The poetry of flight, of wheels off the ground, risky business, but a good buzz

The poetry of burnt green which is the yard, rustled by the chilled wind, promising much-needed moisture

The poetry of brilliant colours, the drought resistant flowers of purple, red, white, pink and more

There Is Poetry


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