Tag: poem
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Unearthed
Waiting for this train to stop Has been the road I’ve been on When I moved to the other side of the world When I moved down and under From the up and over And everything is backwards As I walk down the street It’s like I don’t exist With every shoulder hit With every…
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On Becoming a Permanent Resident
What is this thing? This energy? Suddenly being permanent has changed everything. Everything looks the same but nothing is the same. Nothing ever is the same. Moving from temporary to permanent somehow has echoed the change that is always happening. Every breathfilled with oxygen I’ve never breathed beforeturns into blood that has never coursed through…
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Getaway
We got away from the constant of our city from the cycle of trams and trains and coffee that courses through each artery to a moment that stands still where horses swirl and kukubarras sing and weigh down those glistening branches like rich oil annointing my crown to catch a glimpse of this soul of…
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This ash
This ashdid not appear out of nowhereit was picked up in the depths of the deepin the darknessand thenwith the breath of the belovedit was brought to beauty again. This ashdid not magically appear out of nothing.somethinghad to burnsomethinghad to dieto make the life of sea and skyof you and I. This ashwas the life…
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If there is no heaven
If there is no heavenI will be at peace by gazing up at the galaxy long enough so that the stars might remind my matter that it’s made of its dust. If there is no heaven, All will be well if mountains masked by low-hanging cloudscontinue to remind me of truths hidden and spoken out…
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Turn Around
How many timeshave you turned aroundlooked backseen the magnificentin the microscopicheard the music accompanied with every momentmagnified into the sensational serendipityof the seemingly simple? Have you wonderedwhen you walked on waterwhen birds showed off their strut or their streamline precisionwhen nests reminded you of your own need to rest?Have you stoppedto fall on your kneesbowed…
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Fear of Flying
My biggest fear is not being heardfluttering aroundbuilding nests with twigs I found from this ground Myselfsinging loudlysinging proudlylike the birds we take for grantedpart of the furniture of this worldwe barely notice anymorethe miracle, the magic, the musicof flying. I lied: my biggest fear is flyingSoaring through the skyshining like silk shimmering in the…
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Stand Tall
We have become a travelling peopleLetting our curiosity curate over centuries of consuming culture and clan and the colonising of what we cannot understandTaking anything we can monetise and raping the Land. Stand herewith us awhile. Stand talldo not let our ancestors take the fall for what we can still fixas mixed peopleas Caucasians combined…
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Tell me the story
Every nightI listened to the twists and turns of words wound with wonderstories that snuck in before the sleepingenlivening my dreamingwith kingdoms, castles and crystallised candy But now that I’m wiserI read actual articles articulating artefactsof automobile atrocitiesof fact and forecastsinformation that never lastsnever remembered Unlike the land of miracles and magicof my grandmother who…
by Rev Alisha 