Sorting - Benjamin Dodds

Sorting

Stainless-steel pincers prick and tear
at a spread of gelatinous film
as I tack across the magnified world
of circular Pyrex dish.
Resting my eyes back in 1:1 scale,
I find that this membrane
is the anaemic skin
of a tiny speckled frog
made transparent
through weeks
of refrigerated storage
in hermetic cube-stacked jars,
its silken bounds
the only thing
that kept free-floating workings in.
Previously anchored to their task,
strange forms now range adrift
in the sterile expanse of ethyl alcohol,
a wash of organelles
breathed out by the slackening shape.

Benjamin Dodds
http://benjamindodds.blogspot.com/

Running - Vanessa Page

Running

When roadside has turned to red
and desert oaks are stenciled
neat on car window canvases
you’ve run far enough - to where
dust folds over to new thicknesses
taking with it every trace.

It’s too late for the maps, left
unfolded on the passenger seat
you’re lost in odometer’s slow roll
passing bloated marsupials
with legs stiff as tent poles
grasping the sense in endings.

Vanessa Page
http://vanessapage.wordpress.com/

A Free Verse Sonnet for Freya Buchanan - Phillip A. Ellis

A Free Verse Sonnet for Freya Buchanan

With the sun slowly
growing through winter,
till the spring comes at last
with its crop of birds,
and the earth itself wakes
from the somnolence that is frozen soil,
it is not strange that some may
look to the long suns of summer.

But, before you do, think on this:
each element of snow is unique,
and will never be seen again,
just as is each mote of dust
strangely attracted along the shafts
of summer sunlight on sleep-dealing days.

Phillip A. Ellis
http://phillipellis.f-snet.com/

Haiku from Graham Nunn

Currently leading our Kasen Renku at Issa's Snail (see link to the right) is the talented Graham Nunn. Here are some of his own haiku:



dawn service
red scarf slashed
across the digger's throat


~


nudist beach
all eyes stare
out to sea


~


rooster's yellow beak opens the morning


~


makeshift bed
blood on the face
of the new born


~


at dusk
pink and blue clouds
of fairy floss


Graham Nunn
Unfortunately, Graham's haiku collection, a zen firecracker, is sold out, but his beautiful haibun collection is not, have a look below
http://www.pardalote.com.au/titles/measuring/

More Haiku from Issa's Snail

Today kipple once again samples some of the great poets contributing to interactive renku site Issa's Snail (see link to the right)



wind and wattle -
a season without
a name

~

four dolphins ride
the lip of the surf -
laughter

~

a squabble of rosellas
unzips
the clouds

~

a welcome mat -
the tabby unfolds
on a handkerchief of sun


Anne Elvey



swamp gums
in blossom
honeyeaters luncheon

~

Uluru -
in the distance there sits
a hippopotamus

~

old wooden bridge
waves of sand
...drifting mist

~

Southern Cross Station
two silver trains glide in
a blackbird flies out


Rhonda Poholke

Haiku from Issa's Snail

Today kipple samples some of the great poets contributing to interactive renku site Issa's Snail (see link to the right)



two worn Oxfords
all that's left of father
in the wardrobe

~

a heron's meal
interrupted by
a teenage jet-ski

~

one strand
carries a spider
weightless


Joseph Mueller



trying her name
ending with his -
the pen runs dry

~

Christmas Eve -
stepping into
a stranger's footprint

~

heat haze
she runs up waving
a fan shell


Sandra Simpson



rainforest –
should I listen to bellbirds
or the currawong?

~

the stray tomcat
tries a kitten’s voice –
winter dusk

~

winter fly –
my death poem
unwritten


Lorin Ford

Two Haiku - Gina

a little cloud
drifts from its mob –
sheep on the hill


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the cat’s reflection
nods back –
empty fishpond


Gina
http://blumoon13.wordpress.com/
First Published in Gean Tree Press