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All of the lights

By Joelistics

All of the lights
All of the lines
All of the liars
 
All of the shadows
All of the shapes
All of the sirens
 
All of the minutes
All of ...

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Magpies

By Joelistics

I dreamt I was a thousand feet tall and I could see all the way to Sydney
And I could smell the desperation and the fear and the excitement
And ...

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The Disappearing

The Disappearing has been redeveloped and we invite you to submit your poems about fading and disappeared places and spaces. Explore now »

Welcoming Party

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Sean West 

 

You watch them wade
out over sandbanks between
low tide and high. Lucky
families flock like gulls
to a chip then evaporate
faster than fiddler crabs when ...

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King River

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Bruce Waddell

 

We relax in the evening light 
on his fluid banks.

The William Hovell dam
 tames him until,

like the young girl in the park,
he defiantly tumbles ...

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Palestine

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Jahin Tanvir

 

Acknowledgement is a crutch,
that helps us stand up for a second,
But the rusty manacles still cackle,
A generational burden,
dusty and devastated.
 
In a distant ...

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Disappearing Act

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

I was going to be a role model.
A real model I thought,
So I changed into every colour for I’d give you a slice in every direction. You ...

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Byron

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Stephen Thomas 

 

Wind rushes through the car
Shadows carpet the road
A narrow line of jagged grey
Curls through the trees
 
A house nestled in the slopes
The world ...

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The gate swung wide

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Bruce Waddell

 

Deep in the valley misty pastures
thrive on the swirling tide.
A young pioneer labours tough, ranchos.
The new gate swung wide.
 
Spatially isolate, feeling alone,
ground ...

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The Sleeping City | Australia Street

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

Helen Loughlin

 

I
A waxing crescent moon in a twilight sky still
a vague, lightly glowing shadow of the whole –
its illuminated hemisphere – is visible. As I walk
the line ...

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Aubade to Fading City

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Jennifer Chance

 

To dis/appear
to cease
to get so small
that a puddle becomes an ocean
and the ocean becomes a universe
 
I walk the edges of memory ...

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Passing Through

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Jennifer Chance

 

Clouds capture
                                        the movement of our bodies
             a quick, simple flash and then a dance
                                        with crawling police cars
 
             and death happens,
                          lone people in masks wrapping ...

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Salt

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Sarah Watters

 

Salt

We bathe in its oceans 
crispy as it settles. 
Marking your skin with mapping of the earth
exposing the labyrinth of your being

Our soul bleeds ...

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Whole (if it is all one thing)

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Kate Liston-Mills

 

Whole (if it is all one thing).
Synchronicity flickers every step –
match
match
match
light.
The whole place is burning now, I thought myself right, I thought ...

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Sydney Town Hall Tree

By The Disappearing Public Submissions

By Steve Denham

 

In my teens, Sydney’s flora
brushed the inner city and CBD
with green - but the first tree
I really ‘saw’ ...
 
curtsying to a zephyr at the ...

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My Grandfather’s Ice Pigeons

By Robert Adamson

My grandfather would walk into the house,

on a summer evening after his work, then empty
his catch of mudcrabs into the bath-tub;
they'd flow out in a stream ...

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The Confessions of Saint Augustine

By Robert Adamson

'Meanwhile I was sinning more and more'

Saint Augustine

 

I suffered when Una my first love
was torn from ...

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Alofa at the Vai

By Christine Afoa

First day in Sā
Us fia-palagis go swimming
At the vai during low tide:
My four younger sisters,
Two uluka’e brothers walk behind us.
 
Our cuz from NZ,
Teine ...

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