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A Soi-meme

You've lived your life within a world of black and white, and shadows: come and take the light

of many colours, leave and turn your back upon that older world, and on its night.

The sky behind you's garish as the sunis setting, and your flesh is a blue that runs

to deepness, like a shadow, yet you saythis is not melancholy, but the day.

Phillip A. Ellis

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As in a Dream, the Poem Appears

As in a dream, the poem appears,white as a fog in seasons of mountain towns,cacophonies of the songs of magpiesstuttering behind the veils of whiteness,

reciting lines from odes.

The carolling echoes,recitals driven as from crackleless discsas of forty-fives, seventy-eights,and the singing is ringing,and rolling or roiling, the way of a cloud.

Expanding, contracting, roiling and changing,the cloud in the ocean of air is a land that is changing, line to line,like to a scanned transitionfrom strophe, antistrophe, epode.

And suddenly, like a cloud over tall mountains,like the sun breaking into beamsof slanting light an hour beforethe fall of day to night, the poem leapsas out of a forehead or a thigh.

And this is the way the islands become moored, anchored to the bottomsof oceans or of seas, their wandering daysnow done, fixed on the charts we breathewith our lines of ink on white paper.

Phillip A. Ellis

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able is an add-on

he has a removable simshe has a detachable brahe has a dog for companyshe works for company

he believes in heroesshe believes in saleshe opposes censureshe opposes tortureshe’s tuned inhe’s switched off loses the grand finaland makes headlinesshe wins a world seriescapable, cap in hand

Margaret Owen Ruckert

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empty church

no, the J word doesn’t redeem themthese well-trained children of ritualthink they’re elevated by droppingnames and crossing their bodies

insignia flashing

high in their fortress and altar egoswindows of stain are praisedfor their all-embracing lightsaying sorry is a smoke-screeneasy as lighting a candle

stone walls that bulwarked the horror now spall their horror into our handsthe unspeakable love has found a voicechildren will sweat for 30 yearsand evidence is dark as text

Margaret Owen Ruckert

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Australia Fair

I did not feel safe within the misty innocence of your looks,Old English country, printed in my memory, together with my home,those days, when I so much felt the pain of leaving Europe....

Here I am now, in this sunny place, white and huge:the heart seems to grow fond of her, day by day .....

Little by little I learned to contemplate the empty spacesand the relaxed solitude of Sundays afternoon.....

Australia, I have given myself to you ;not to forget the past, which hangs over me like an ancient frame,

but to know that this is my land, the land where I choose to becitizen of the world ...

Tiziana Speltoni

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I Am a Wondering Prey

I am a wondering prey to thoughts and fears ,a prey to illusions,which does not want to be captured yet,lives in her cosy nest :the world leaves me its frustrations

and I travel behind them, over flowers and garbage......

I do not mind if I pass through tribulations ,as long asI can come out into the fresh air, looking at the skylineAnd, flying like swallows in the spring, I follow the sun's rays...

I go where the perfumed wind of the east brings meAnd I stay where I can find the wild winds of the westor I throw myself into space, like a meteor, into unlimitedlight...

Tiziana Speltoni

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