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original poem

Sonnet (EM spectrum)

Structure Radio Telescope Effelsberg Black And White

Given there have only ever been a handful of emotions —
tho, as our eyes evolved to particular lines in the spectrum,
so our sensible hearts may be dumb to all the high-energy
bursts & low-frequency murmurings which rain on us daily —
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September 5, 2017September 7, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
dark energydark matteroriginal poempoemsonnet

Sonnet

unmade bed

Caught in the flux, memories shift again — each turns
an unmade bed. Words rearrange, meanings undone.

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August 7, 2017October 1, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
dversememoryoriginal poempoetrysonnettravel

cold front coming (Akaroa, New Zealand)

new-zealand-landscape
the twilight is as green as greenstone
and there’s a cold front coming. Continue reading →

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January 24, 2017March 20, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
new zealandoriginal poempoemromancetravel

Standing on the Leith Docks

leith_old

Now’s the day and now’s the hour;
and this December evening
the freshening wind brings
cabbage and a whiff of hashish, Continue reading →

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January 22, 2017August 17, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
leithoriginal poempoemscotland

Early days

thylacine-wombat “Generations of Western Australians have grown up with the fable of the State’s huge underground inland sea. Today, the fable became reality with the news from mining company Big Snake Nickel that they had discovered the massive water…” ABC, 7.30 Report, 16 May 2000


Found underground, a sea
in parched WA. Continue reading →

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January 21, 2017January 21, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
inland seaoriginal poempoemwestern australia

untitled

birds

Two old palings lean together. One wets a rolly
wrist all knobs and gristle Continue reading →

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January 19, 2017October 20, 2017 peterfrankiswrites
dverseoriginal poempoempsychotippi hedren

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