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Day’s Reflection – Poetry


Day’s Reflection – Poetry

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JK.Leahy©

A reflection mirrors today

In trapped waters, blue melts white light

Finding its way as water may,

where leafy dense could not steal this sight

Far beyond, a rainbow display

as if to say, blue sky has come to stay

Soaking Hearts – Love Poem


Soaking Hearts with the Night – Love Poem

JK.Leahy©

We soaked our heart in the night.

Oblivious to time and weather,

we  shared the tea of love.

By the firelight, where winds engulfed our embrace,

mushrooms glowed, transcending our emotions.

And like heart-beat, the fireflies echoed the rhythm.

Long and steady, into the morning light;

letting the moon slip by, and the shadows dissolve.

When we let our words melt into nothingness, our bodies

rushed to the voice of our desires.

 

 

 

 

 

A Pink Bundle with Price Tag – Poem


A Pink Bundle with Price Tag is a poem I wrote about an incident that occurred some 20 odd years ago. I was trying to write my exercise in a prose form (for my Creative Writing Workshop), and after much confusion, I had gone down this path with the exercise, so I just went with the flow. With 700 odd words later, I told the whole story in a poem, by accident. I spoke with the workshop facilitator and confused her too, but she has forgiven me, she said. I think it’s because she wants to hear the rest of the story tomorrow. This is the opening of the story and hopefully, it will be part of my collection of poems and short stories book later. I hope you like it.

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Pink Bundle artwork – Paper artist, 2016. JK.Leahy©

 

A Pink Bundle with Price Tag – Poem

JK. Leahy Memoir

The house was low, a brown brick hole with blue shades.

Through the open windows, the inside was newborn stained.

A littered table of copious nappies and toys in rainbow frame.

On a ruffled bed, a small centre-piece, wrapped in a pink bundle.

Outside, my aunt sweats on a hardened dry brown lawn.

Desperate time calls for a monsoon, but none had come.

The sward had suffered Port Moresby’s arid time.

Aunt had waited to have babies, years these many,

that patience had become her virtue and time, her company.

Surrounding Beauty – Poem


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Crescent Moon by Charles Hite – Free Stock Photography, Public Domain

Surrounding Beauty – JK. Leahy Poem

Life is surrounding beauty

Where crescent moon casts enough light

Your footsteps drum their own music

While walking gives life to your heart

Dead leaves dance in the breeze

Snail trail glistening in light’s reflections

Shadows creating their own art

An owl hoots and swoops low; you hear

A bat screeches that night is near

Before darkness swallows and hides you

Until new day seeks and finds you

 

 

Brother – Poem


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My brother – JK.Leahy drawing©

 

Brother – Poem JKLeahy ©

In her blood – I she bore

The umbilical cord, your core

A chance life, you survived

I called you brother

 

Independence gained you

And took you a long mile

Long enough to hide your smile

The umbilical cord severed

 

The distance held you prisoner

But kept you alive in memory

When I called out – “brother!”

Wind chimed in wide yonder

 

You found family in strangers

Where freedom was faltered

Death sought your surrender

Our hearts mangled forever

 

( On your 40th Rivona)