earth – Silver Poetry

The experiencer

I am the experiencer necromancer too wizard of the sky my feet are curved like moons I taste the surface of this earth or my imagination portaling through dissolution death seated in soft blooms innocent flying inside spread eagled in my sphere following the crows on course to blue star heart music a snaky illuminationContinue reading “The experiencer”

your gaze

what you see is what you are what if it was true that to focus on pain meant you caused more of it ….. what if your gaze was the moon and your heart the ocean your feet like two brown bears dusted and beautiful rubbing through earth scratching and tasting swimming like mulch-snakesContinue reading “your gaze”

Under Earth

A poetic work inspired by Hannah Papacek Harper’s beautiful collection of poetry, keep your eyes and ears open for that name, she is a talented and wise young woman and creates with words from the pink sea…. Under Earth pick me up and cast me to the wind i trickle into your hands fullContinue reading “Under Earth”

I’d Die For Peace – Max aged 16

What my 16 year old does when the internet is down SO PROUD! Read it in RAP style…. I Would die for our world I wouldnt die for ‘australia’ Would die for peace I wouldn’t die for any ‘saviour’ Would die for a compassionate society Would die for a world that’s violence free Now ThatContinue reading “I’d Die For Peace – Max aged 16”

Beautiful Disorder

when my feet touch down and dust in armfuls spread like orange sunset when heat permeates my bones forcing my chin up and spine to spark and spin when my tongue alights on pepper and my neck twists to engage when my heart breaks free to meet the wind when my words match the angelsContinue reading “Beautiful Disorder”

I Taste Everything

I was a baby eating flowers until soft fingers dug the colour from my mouth. Mud-pies when I was two but they pinched my cheeks and yelled at me to ‘SPIT’ Dog food at five, mmmm no-one knew. At ten I smoked grass from the rabbit cage, rolled in newspaper, so cool! 8 cigarettes inContinue reading “I Taste Everything”

Morning Earth

Deep breath clears the words so, like full cocoons they split and flutter off. Morning earth makes small gestures moist fragrant whispers dance persistently in my breast. The sun holds it’s majesty between my eyes and purple blossoms……hazy winter….. What IS this morning saying to me? What IS this dewy touch I feel inContinue reading “Morning Earth”