Tuesday Poem: "Waiting in the Wings"

Consider the roles we all play,

the lover, the husband, the wife,

the mother, the father, the child,

the worker, the boss,
the dumb blonde, the virile man, the hunter, the hunted

and all the roles others play for us.

What if we stopped playing?

Just left the script to one side and improvised. 

Would we forget who we were,

our identity stranded like a ship on a reef?
Suddenly a life impromptu,

motivations put to the fire

and a passion infusing us

driving us to reach for

the unreachable

becoming the achievable.

What glory might await

when we heard the voice of the director
proclaiming us as naturals.

Tuesday Poem: "If a Poem was an Animal"

would it listen to night music

and be fascinated by shiny things

would the noise inside its head equal the noise without,

without colouring outside its lines and blacking out

its interiors

would it give free range to a

free range idea

would it pick up something from a previous life

a phrase, a word, a concept,

a jazz syllable secret

would it carry on as though nothing had happened

would it be something concrete

or ephemeral, an in-joke

a poem within a poem about a poem...

POET'S NOTE: This poem is written as a kind of tribute to the 3rd Birthday Poem on the Hub. Prior to writing the 3rd Birthday communal poem ( ongoing as you read this at www.tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com), we were kicking around ideas by email about our theme, subject and approach. There were a lot of great ideas (with 30 poets it's bound to happen) and many never got used. So this is my small way of trying to snag some of my fellow Tuesday Poets' ideas from the ether and give them flesh.

I'm two days late in posting this poem, but if you hurray on over to Tuesday Poem you can still catch many of the other fabulous Tuesday poems for this week.

Tuesday Poem: "Summer Fades to Autumn in Western Australia Haiku series"

Comes the humid night,

brown-armoured and sinister

cockroaches take flight.

First cold, clear night fades

to frost, carpet of diamonds

on the wheat stubble.

Kookaburra laughs,

lizard wakes beneath rainbow,

sun on wildflowers.

Scarlet sun sinking,

heat fades, gulls’ shadows lengthen,

running with the tide.