“Thou art My glory and My glory fadeth not; thou art My robe and My robe shall never be outworn. Abide then in thy love for Me, that thou mayest find Me in the realm of glory.” -Baha’u’llah, The Hidden Words I love reflecting on the theme of each Baha’i month and finding a quotationContinue reading “Thou art My Robe”
Alphabet Father and Son
Alphabet father and son pram wheels in late afternoon breeze symbols of something the poet thinks ‘perhaps they’re keys – transfigured new age men.’ Robed in garments: peace and love beaming virtues of transforming light into actions of might – guiding generations on their way. (c) June Perkins This poem may develop further or intoContinue reading “Alphabet Father and Son”
Underpass Art
One of the things I love about cities is discovering the art in the underpasses and on the railway stop walls. Some of these art works are commissioned creations; others are layers put over already existing art and blank walls by underground artists. During the lead up to hosting the G20, the city concerned aboutContinue reading “Underpass Art”
Hidden Brisbane: Chainsaw Sculptures
When you look up you will see attached to the trunk a giant gecko. When you look around carved in a tree stump a kangaroo; hours of chainsaw artistry not to take a tree down but to adorn or transform it to art about nature; to make you want to connect with the creatures thatContinue reading “Hidden Brisbane: Chainsaw Sculptures”
Searching for Poems
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Even when I am not writing I am. Seeing things like statues in the park makes me wonder why they were put there. A statue of perhaps local Indigenous people a family at the water is a tribute to first peoples making them ever present. Does it mourn the massacres…
June Paisa Perkins 