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Jenny Fraser, NZ
 

 

 

 

Free Verse

 

Tree Dryad

 

Would
not connect
and be with you
if another human
trod this ground with me
Surely
we would talk
and be in voice

Alone
you seep into
my ground, like the waters
of this rivulet
quietly & slowly
until my whole human body
feels your touch
and my waters
surge to touch
yours

Wooed
by sight, sound
& fragrance am I
as light
and shadow
glance throughout
& with the wind
do we dance
as one

 

 

Orange Peel Café

 

Being with essence
released from form
perception gone
            from solid structures
            from concretized things

Rising
gravity withdrawn
gravity without hold
floating above the ordinary

Lightness, buoyancy
abstraction
amorphous being
            soft, voluminous
            curving, curvaceous

Seeing in abstract
feeling, sensing
touching the untouchable
Slipping through mortal cracks
            to pre creation
from manifest to un manifest
from rigid form
            into soft flow
from linear propulsion
            to concentric experiencing

Down the winding asphalt road
            lit by sun
through dark wooded trunks
            green tipped
over silver roofs into cumulus
            & cirrus
        to blue of beyond
            and back
layer upon layer touching
            connected
one with me here on my chair
       at Orange Peel Café

 

 

Nightfall

 

Twilight...
& all the silvery gold
of moon & stars
pours in liquid metal
onto ocean’s surface
reflecting
a brilliant cosmos

Earth
grows quickly dark
its soft surface
meets night
in quiet embrace

On the horizon
an apricot sky slides
into tomorrow

Rocks
in the sea roam
black as the darkest knight
but still the ocean
glimmers silver-gold
reflecting last light

Day blanched
&of palest yellow hue
rocks with a crescent moon

Upon the shore
white foaming waves echo
a parting lullaby

 

 

About Jenny Fraser, NZ

…… From a background of nature lover, musician and creative artist is Jenny Fraser of Riverweaver, New Zealand. She has been writing poetry since Paris Days, in the 1970’s ……

This is Jenny Fraser's first appearance in Sketchbook.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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