What have I heard?
That people talk to keep the unknown out.
I've heard their voices,
Low and monotonous,
Nervous in the dark; heard a woman sing
Of love as cruel and old as tigers;
Heard the shingle shift beneath my feet
As each wave breaks;
Heard empty cans kicked down the street;
Heard the waters flowing past
The unblinking eye of the crocodile
Fast contained in silence.
Today, I heard the new year break
Out from the old with a cry;
Heard a door open and close.
What are you waiting for?
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I note the irresistible return of the crocodile - an opportunity. perhaps, to use that wonderfully related adjective "saurian".
A crocodile swims through it!
lucy!
this is a fabulous idea!
im delighted going through the older poems. what a great idea!! its making me want to do a series like this too. and its cool that you're responding to each other and... just a wayyy cool project!
and the poems are fabulousness too
Stay quiet awhile and one hears so much ...
My favourite is being in the Australian bush, listening listening.
June in Oz
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