Shallow cast-iron bowl sits
Upon a pedestal, black,
Surmounted by smaller urn,
Silver metal sphere within.
Water fell from one t’other.
Home now to Sylvan trailing.
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
Poetry
Grave Blue Yonder
Earth’s clear blue eyes hint at fathomless depths,
Ripples sparkle by moonlight, in sunshine,
Zigzag squiggles dance to an unheard song,
Rainbow patterns entice the weary soul.
Bubbles show momentary glimpse below,
Effervescent beads surge upwards, pop, pop.
Eddies undulate to sooth, to caress,
Soft touch belies a harsh fatality.
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
If you liked Grave Blue Yonder have a look at More Precious than Diamonds
Why have trees near power lines?
Spring’s chainsaw time;
Each year bottlebrush’s limbs
Brutally sacked,
Savagely hacked.
By Summer time
New growth’s dense
Chance to recover’s immense.
Why have trees near power lines?
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Man Meets Nature
True Friends
My friend Ell’s first blog post
Freedom for the few
Our rights need to earn,
But no bra to burn!
What’s liberating,
Without berating?
Just one public kiss,
A moment of bliss.
Walking hand in hand
Throughout the land,
Swimming in the nude,
It’s natural not lewd.
Equal’s just too much;
Politics and such.
Viva le revolution
The gay marriage solution!
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
Not time for a bath
It’s too early for Stan.
“Up too late, let me
rest while I can,
Too bright for sleep
And noisy by half.
My games will keep
Not time for a bath!”
Miniature rose
If a rose arose from prose
T’would be poetry I suppose
Bud to bloom of words it grows
‘Tis escape from a world of woes
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Plea for advice
Helter-skelter bark o’er limbs entwined
Twisting up, around and down to ground.
Memories of life and death enshrined
In branches, trunk, roots; barely a sound.
Majestic earthbound spirit of tree
Do me the honour, share thy stories.
I make this humble request of thee,
Let me now learn from past glories.
Hold me in thy rugged embrace here
To share wisdom and be enlightened.
Can we commune on life, death and fear,
Nature’s cycles and of peace strengthened?
Of man’s selfishness now and of old;
Magic talismans of power sought;
In keeping Earth’s balance be told,
The twists and turns of battles fought?
In struggles between darkness and light
Is there a part for me in this plight?
How can I help to make it alright?
What’s required to ensure future bright?
(c) Robert Jones 2014 All Rights Reserved
Water
The metre of this poem is sadly affected by Chablis, Minervois and Amaro
A water rabbit,
A water tiger,
Go to lunch in rain,
To the Point Restaurant,
Albert Park, Melbourne,
By car not by train.
Sit next to a lake,
White truffle offered,
This time too sublime.
Food wine and service
Totally divine.
Overall we had
Thoroughly great time;
Followed by bubbles
In spa bath growing.
Magical moment
On the cool side of the house
Set in shaded red brick wall,
Leaded window latched open.
The frame’s edges softened by
Layer on layer of paint.
Antique glass distorts the view,
Hostas nod gently beneath.
Heavenly smells escape as
Freshly baked bread and pastries
Sit cooling upon the sill.
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