Today I am the lolly jar
that last one
not my favourite
rattling around
unresolved
*
Loose-ends
taunt my dreams
learning to tie my shoelaces
still.
*
I may be the author of my own life
but that book isn’t even in the
bottom drawer yet
I am a blank page
smudged
with trivia and necessity
and the plot
is lost.
*
I cried five minutes ago
tears pooled
slipped beneath bedrock
for all you know
we are still in drought.
Inspired by found graffiti: “I cried five minutes ago”
*
A strange tongue has
hijacked all my whisperings
beneath your distracted gaze.
*
I told the currawong
not to eat the dove's eggs.
Its eye yolk yellow
the unblinking stare
breaking my gaze.
*
Somewhere
bird-wings dip and rise
tracing short magnificent stories
while my fingers
scratch convolutions
under the long arm of the clock.
- Susan Sleepwriter 2016
Susan Waddell writes micropoetry on Twitter and reads at spoken word and poetry events around Sydney (Australia) as Susan Sleepwriter. She also writes short stories and longer poems. Her poems have appeared in The Stars Like Sand: Australian Speculative Poetry (Interactive Press), The Disappearing (Red Room Company) and Guide to Sydney Rivers (Meuse press).
@sleepwriter on Twitter
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