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original poem

An Autumn Day – quadrille

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after Rilke

After the spoiled summer
grey grey grey
grant us, Lord, this
one honeyed hour Continue reading →

12 Comments
March 10, 2020March 10, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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The Jar on the Ground (driving south February 2020)

David-Pope posters

Mount Agony Road & Depot Beach
…the forest is cleaner, clearer, brighter
sulphur bare trunks (sprouting epiphytic green) Continue reading →

7 Comments
March 8, 2020March 8, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
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Melancholy Bay, Flinders Island

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A seiche over flat water Continue reading →

5 Comments
February 25, 2020April 9, 2020 peterfrankiswrites
original poempoetryromanticismsonnettravel

only rain

the kermess - B&W

(after Williams)

In some future time
the only rain will come
from some billionaire’s eyes Continue reading →

2 Comments
August 8, 2019August 8, 2019 peterfrankiswrites
artenvironmenthumouroriginal poempoetrysatireWilliam Carlos williams

The Naturalist

 

john gould-2

(revised)

1. The Shore
A pelican frame,
the great wings hung,
flight feathers scattered,
elegant bill and sail spoiled. Continue reading →

3 Comments
August 2, 2019 peterfrankiswrites
archaeologyAustralian birdsenvironmentnaturalistoriginal poempoetry

The problem of things

512px-Seurat-Gravelines-Annonciade

take this for inst. This thing
has dimensionality, this thing
has heft but saying what the thing Continue reading →

2 Comments
October 14, 2018October 14, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
empiricismhumororiginal poempoempoeticstritina

The Swimmer (Toowoon Bay, NSW)

lifesavers-toowoon bay

The old guy
with the hip
that’s out
Continue reading →

2 Comments
August 18, 2018August 18, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
agefriendshiporiginal poempoemstroke recoveryswimmingtoowoon bay

Five Islands Plan of Management

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(Hi WordPress readers,
this looks so much better on my site)

Flinders, Bass, Martin, Big and Rocky
adopted 26 hectares.

the Gerringong volcanics, the Dapto-saddleback
the bombo from the Broughton
the last glacial, as would the shallow shelf Continue reading →

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January 5, 2018January 7, 2018 peterfrankiswrites
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Different everytime

wave-energy-dooley

A shore, somedays a dream,
black and silver fish torpedo
thru transient glass Continue reading →

4 Comments
November 17, 2017November 20, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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An ode (to emily)

Wollongong beach

Coming in from planting,
Mattock ringing through the valley,
Eyes bright, I only felt
you there Continue reading →

18 Comments
November 3, 2017November 3, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
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