Pocket Poems, a read for the summer

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12 micro-poems that follow the arc of the start of a summer to its end. These vary from traveling the subway, favourite ice cream flavours & to ‘memories – fleeting passengers / all of irregular shapes,’

Poems taken from my book Here comes the Sun. Published in 2017.

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Poems House for Demolition & Letters by Deryn Pittar.

HOUSE FOR DEMOLITION

Memories chase me down the slippery verdant path,
through the gate with its rusty spring.
I nod to the passion fruit vine
still visiting the neighbours,
leaving crop as payment for their space.

A climbing rose has embraced the Judas tree.
The roofline steeples its hands in prayer
giving thanks for the harvest,
and begging for rain.

The laced veranda and weather-board bodice
hug the red front door.
It swings to my touch.
A waft of lavender and mothballs greets me,
a cobweb strand brushes my cheek.

In my old room, sunlight prisms through bevelled glass
scattering rainbows on the wall.
Dead flies decorate the windowsill
and the smell of mown grass creeps in through a window crack.

I open the cupboard door,
deaf to the screech of its hinges.
My fingers seek the noggin in the dark
finding the soft leather cover still there.

Small pages stuck with damp,
speckled with mould,
encase the scribbled voice of a child.
Reclaimed, held close,
The words echo against the beat of my heart.

Diary retrieved,
I leave.

LETTERS

Albert and Julia Featherstone-Cox
have a beautiful elegant blue letter box
with wide hanging eaves to keep out the rain
it sits on a cleverly curved welded chain

The Smiths down the road because of their debtors
have set up a cream can to hold all their letters.
Placed on its side with a slot in the lid
through the slot all their letters are carefully slid

At the end of the lane where the Postie won’t go
stand six mismatched mail boxes – all in a row,
odd colours, odd heights, lichen-dressed and rust stained
they appear like a queue of one legged cranes

My mailbox is small, I don’t get much mail
and what I do get is consumed by the snails,
I get emails and texts and junk mail – a few
but what I crave most is a letter from you

One I can read, full of love and your pain,
one I can read and then read again
to put in my pocket, to fondle and muse
on our time spent together on that great ocean cruise

when passion ignited two elderly hearts
an autumn of love – and now we’re apart…


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Links love.

I’m always keeping tabs open for all the interesting bits and bobs I have found on the internet: new book releases, poems in literary blogs, and that. Here are a few for this week.

The Pangolin issue 3.5 8 June 2018

The quality of the poems in this issue are 🔥 Read and learn from some fine writers.

The Blue Nib 5 poems by Isabelle Kenyon

Isabelle’s poetry is wonderful, so many layers, and parts to it. Her observations of the society we live in are insightful. I can’t wait to read more from her!

8poems.com

A relatively new venture, 8poems publishes 8 poems on their website every month. Their submissions are open, why not send them something?

Then I read something on The Bipolar Writer blog 5 excuses I used to deny my alcoholism which was written by Matt of Loudestminds.com Serious subject, uses humour.

Shirley Cuypers is one of my favourite bloggers. She wrote a post titled Top 5 websites every Blogger should use

I also wrote a blog post on depression this week, called What do you love about your depression? in case you missed it, and I had three of my travel micro-poems published by Spider Mirror Smoke Filled Rooms, Subway, and Fragile.

That’s all for now. Thanks for reading! Do share any of your favourite links this week in the comments.