Poetry is My Every Way
Butterflies on the wall, a new creation by artists
calls the People of this city to turn towards
the spaces beyond
“Darkness hath encompassed every land, O my God, and caused most of Thy servants to tremble. I beseech Thee, by Thy Most Great Name, to raise in every city a new creation that shall turn towards Thee, and shall remember Thee amidst Thy servants…”
-Bahá’u’lláh, Prayers and Meditations
(c) poetry words and image June Perkins. This first appeared on Nineteen Months
Photo By Ken Bosma Flickr
Peace, like Giant Saguaro Cactus,
Took fifty years before flowering hope
Just night and green morning
Over quickly
Then flowers came out again
Again out came flowers then
Quickly over morning green and night
Just hope flowering before years fifty
Took cactus Saguaro Giant
Like peace.
By June Perkins
Mungalli
We came
Sang, shared, sisterhood
Brotherhood, unity, treasure hunts
Peace
Little
Things sing
To the heart
Picking a song’s tune
Guitar
Unity
In camp
Everywhere we walk
Glow worms in line
Night
(c) June Perkins
Collin Key Flickr Woman walking with her dog through an autumn landscape
Come burnt orange
golden yellow and burnished red
leaves.
Bring us
relief from heat waves
and air conditioners.
Remember my light red jumper
and favouriteboots
They’re out once more.
Loosen your leaves
to reveal sculptural trees
on the hillsides.
Let the fading days of summer
whisper listening toautumn jazz
with a milo.
By June Perkins
An Invitation Poem
This poetry idea is based on ideas in Barbara Esbensen’sbook A Celebration of Bees: Helping Children Write Poetry
You write a poem like this when you want something to happen, like a season, event or a birthday party.
Published on Australian Children’s Poetry
I refuse to see myself
through your eyes
to let your lens
become my disguise.
I won’t give in
to its stereotype.
I won’t become your lie.
My wish for freedom
will not die.
You strip me back
to my bones
classify me
by skin tones.
I am more than my skin;
If you look deeper
you could be kin.
I cut you adrift
deflect the hurt
you sought to give
so I can simply live.
After I have healed
from your slight
I send out a light
to shade us both.
I won’t become your lie.
My wish for freedom
will not die.
(c) June Perkins
June Paisa Perkins