September 2014
Selectors: Meryl Manoy, Amanda Joy, Rose van Son & Gary De Piazzi
Contributors:
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In the shadow
of the old wheelbarrow
many leaves have fallen.
Wendy Colarada
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bed time
the kite hesitates
to come down
Vasile Moldovan
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charred trees
bushfire rages
black
Meryl Manoy
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dandelions –
going nova
in the grass
maple leaves
golden stars
fall
Jan Napier
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mooring pins
in sandstone
weep ferrous
Frances Faith
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red hibiscus–
twirl of Flamenco
on the dance floor
in the night
a single cockerel
crows to its echo
Gary Colombo De Piazzi
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northern lights –
the intermittent song
of a thrush
Judit Katalin Hollós
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chiaroscuro –
my dark side a shade
darker
new moon –
a cricket’s song
in my dream
Shloka Shankar
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ninth birthday –
daughter finds the splash pool
shallow
Yesha Shah
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late afternoon sun
turns lemon gums
gold
Margaret Ferrell
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layoff notice –
the grass stalk bends
to a single bead
storm gathers –
minnows stir
the clouds
roadside azaleas –
Siri reminds me
we’re lost
between beats
on the cardiogram –
patter of rain
Carl Seguiban
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step by step
up the hills –
my shadow
desert journey –
camels follow shadow
after shadow
migratory birds
across the borders –
same blue sky
Pravat Kumar Padhy
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new moon –
the same old bills
at the new address
Jayashree Maniyil
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autumn morning –
the temple bell rings below
a sea of mist
window seat –
the kid sketches a butterfly
on the glass
Kumarendra Mallick
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jasmine –
after every sunset
her scent
touch-me-nots
how softly they surrender
every raindrop
crest view–
the path left behind
the path ahead
old tombstone –
just below her epitaph
signature of moss
full moon –
the perfection that still
eludes me
Kashinath Karmak
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horses hooves
past the finishing post
my heart races
wattle blossom –
her hair in bunches
mum’s tired eyes
looking back
in the mirror
Tash Adams
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sunset river –
a heron sips gold
spring thaw –
the glow of twilight
on the last snowman
Arvinder Kaur,Chandigarh
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