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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Saturday, 1 April 2023

Three poets on a hillside verandah ...

Three poets on a hillside verandah

converse about prisons, ageing, 

artificial intelligence, storms,

and whether we’ve lately been 

falling on our faces or landing on our feet.


Meanwhile a bright lorikeet

dives in and out of a flowering bush.

We eat vegan chocolate, grapes, 

and early hot cross buns. The afternoon

gradually cools. We read poems. We write.

 

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