Jun '06 28
Each moment is a
BIG
BANG:

the creation
of an infinite number
of possible futures
that extend
g l o r i o u s l y.

© Jennifer Liston 2006

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Jun '06 26
The Beautiful One has a beautiful little girl. She's a chip off the old block, that's for sure. I hope this captures the essence of their beautiful relationship.

This poem will probably be included in my second collection.

Daddy's girl

Gold head
blue-eyed replica
of your beautiful father.
You carry
your Daddy’s dreams
in miniature.
Fine blonde strands
delicate threads
of hope.
He swaddles your
honey’d limbs
and winning grins
in carefully woven
cloths of aspiration,
willing you
a glowing future.
He lullabies you
to dreams
so that you may wake
to a perfect world.
Every beat
of your little-girl heart
reverberates
in his big-man halls of music.

© Jennifer Liston 2006

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Jun '06 24
A beautiful, simple Irish poem by Seamas O'Neill (1910-1981) that I learned at school (taken from Favourite Poems We Learned In School As Gaeilge, compiled by Thomas F. Walsh, Mercier Press 1994):

Subh Mhilis

Bhí subh mhilis
Ar bhoschrann an dorais,
Ach mhúch me an corraí
Ionam a d'éirigh,

Mar smaoinigh mé ar an lá
A bheas an bhoschrann glan,
Agus an lámh bheag
Ar iarraidh.

And here's my doesn't-do-it-justice translation:

Jam

There was jam
on the door handle
but I held back the anger
that was beginning to rise

because I thought of the day
when the door handle would be clean
and the little hand
gone away.


© Jennifer Liston 2002

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Jun '06 22
Why is it
so difficult
to break out
of the nightmares
we create
so easily?



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Jun '06 21
This little poem is from the vault, and was also included in my first poetry collection, Exposure, which was published by Ginninderra Press in 2003.

Half life

A half promise in his eyes,
a half-tone in his voice
and I die
in anticipation:
life seems to be
a series of deaths.

© Jennifer Liston 2003

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Jun '06 20
An appropriate poem for the day that's in it.... this is also in my collection, Exposure, which was published by Ginninderra Press in 2003. Enjoy.

Solstice charm

On a June evening
the day almost ended
magic descended.
In an Adelaide hotel
a mysterious spell
weaved its way
between two struggling souls.
Angels
in mortals' guise
rendered surprise
assistance.
A sensual kiss
mystical recognition
of what was past
and what might be.
Warmth,
fire,
desire
and strange symbols
stir up
a witches' brew
of possibilities.
Between enchanted smiles
and sighs
they tentatively step
on the path to repair.
Bewitched lips
and eyes
beg for guidance
and healing.
Irrepressible grins
belie the sins
beneath.
Both charmed,
both disarmed
by the gentle fragility
and perfect clarity
of those tender moments
one June evening.

© Jennifer Liston 2003

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Jun '06 18
I wrote this quite some time ago.

It was included in my first poetry collection, Exposure, which was published by Ginninderra Press in 2003.

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© Jennifer Liston 2003

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