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Counting stars

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Selected poems

 

 

Counting stars

winter is cold centre-stage

beneath the streetlight

waiting

 

for the parade

payday tradies swilling VB

suited-execs behind tinted windows

waving fists of fifties and empty promises

 

soon the neighbour comes too

jingling coins, wanting favours

whispering fantasies

 

the first timer blushing

her bondage on display

with the sisters

 

round and round

cruise kerb-crawlers

wind tugging hotpants

tangling her sunflower print scarf

and her forearm itches

brick wall rough against her back

 

she counts stars

a rosary

alpha, beta, epsilon

 

earning the master's cut

enough for her next hit of smack

 

 

 

shakin' the can

the stuttering snap

of streetlights

summons the cru'

masked graffas

cap-peaks switched to the back

packing plundered aerosols

to hit the slam and underside

bomb the gallery end to end

dots and lines, wild-style

mash-ups in hollows

tagging territory

dubbing glyphs

shakin' the can

painting heaven

 

 

 

The gardener

soon the gardener comes

stirring gumleaf shadows

rake and hoe in hand

to tend his seedlings

 

beneath the sickle moon

he hums soothing songs

knowing hands squeeze

swelling buds and petals

in starlit shadows

 

the gardener plucks

a bouquet

each flower

a trophy

photographed

circulated

stored on disks

in albums

 

but what of the blossoms'

withering beauty

pot-bound in the hot-house

of adult silence

 

 

Marilyn HumbertMarilyn Humbert lives in the Northern suburbs of Sydney NSW Australia. Her tanka and haiku appear in international and Australian journals, anthologies and online. Her free verse poems have been awarded prizes in competitions and some have been published.

Topic tags: poetry, Marilyn Humbert

 

 

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Searing insights into the dark destructive abuse of our young who deserve only to dream and grow to decency in their formation and the realisation of trust, respect and confidence in their beliefs.


Charles | 09 July 2019  

Powerful poems uncover a topic we normally choose to ignore. Well done.


Carmel | 09 July 2019  

Very moving, even stirring lines. Thank you


cecile yazbek | 14 July 2019  

Beautiful texts indeed. First, after your permission, dear Marilyn, I'd like to translate them into Arabic language. Then, I may write an article or a research paper on them within the confines of aesthetic poetics. Thanks with best wishes and regards, yours, Dr. Muslim Al-Ta'an


Muslim Al-Ta'an | 14 April 2020  

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