Public poems
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Camellia Culture
by Angharad Johnson
On the high lawn,
beyond forked twigs and gnarled branches, -
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She is
By Peter Shaw
She dances and sings in a wild wind
She whispers to her sisters in a gentle breeze
She asks for little -
Hold the Sky
by Peter Shaw
Taking food and drink from below light and breath from above
Scented shelter of twisted wood aged and strong
Home to climbing things and feathered creatures -
Hydrangeas
by J V Birch
The hydrangeas are gossiping again.
I watch crowds of tightly permed heads -
Two phases of summer
by Mark Mahemoff
The Jacaranda’s sudden petal eruption
ices cars and spatters streets blue/purple. -
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Memorabilia
by John Bartlett
My father comes to me from a garden overgrown with roses
He called his roses 'circus roses'; but I never heard anyone else call them that. -
Pink Rock Lily
by Edwin James Wilson
Down from Boogarem Falls
that wept only when it rained, -
Shakespeare's Mulberry
by Edwin James Wilson
Wisest of trees the mulberry
withholds its leaves beyond the hoar, -
mind flowers
by Acacia Stevenson
If you let roots grow inside you
flowers will grow in your mind, -
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Mourning Sandpiper
by Heather Farmer
You linger on the shore of her soul
living driftwood without a goal
head on a pillow of plumage -
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Upside Down Black Forest Cake
By Elke Nagy
Winged glints of tumbling mint,
shimmering shafts of caramel light, -
Surveillance
by Heather Farmer
I peer through telephoto lens
across the dark face of a rainforest pond -
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