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Luke Davies

(1962 - / Sydney / Australia)

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Poetry And Flowers


Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
the names for all these things with wings. Ditto
the rose: the garden drooling colour and bloom.
Lavender I recognise, and jasmine climbing
the concrete wall, and a real rose in the corner,

red as blood. I meant to say: birds and flowers
go ballistic, even with winter coming on.
Carrying on their own life. The earth drowns
in the blooming. Even when there is no wind there is
the solar wind, whipping our bodies from the depths of space.
Ferocities of trees bent double. Playing soccer,
nobody notices this. The far park flutters in mirage.
The jasmine is awash with butterflies.

Submitted: Thursday, May 03, 2012
Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012

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  • Ramesh T A (5/15/2013 2:57:00 PM)

    Poem revealing all metaphorical expression pretty well makes easy to read and understand well! If all poems follow suit it will be well and good for all readers to appreciate all poems well! (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (5/15/2013 3:12:00 AM)

    This honestly took my breath away... the descriptions, the flow, the deep thought the doubt and relief at recognition... this really is my favourite piece in a while...i love the way he processed his thoughts here by flitting almost wing like to the solar wind and back..a revelation to read... wonderful... im inspired now... a truly exceptional write (Report) Reply

  • Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco (5/18/2012 8:49:00 PM)

    Dear Luke,
    How are you my poet friend? Just wanted to send my appreciation for your poem and how I
    truly enjoyed reading it. You visuals are so discriptive and the imagery it conjures up is so real. I loved reading it!
    Thanks-you. (Report) Reply

  • Rose Flores (5/18/2012 8:26:00 AM)

    This is so nice, especially to the mouth when spoken. Thank you for sharing the poem. Bravo. A blessed day/evening! (Report) Reply

  • Gerard Rochford (5/16/2012 2:17:00 AM)

    i like the natural language of this poem which came to me from poemhunter as poem of the day. write on, gerard (rochford) (Report) Reply

  • Jann Rau (5/15/2012 6:45:00 PM)

    I love the images in this poem as I particularly adore both lavender and butterflies. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (5/3/2012 8:33:00 PM)

    I've sat through quite a few amateur soccer matches, noticing everything else but.
    Very good! (Report) Reply

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