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Rae Desmond Jones

The Neighbors – A Poem by Rae Desmond Jones

The Neighbors

Are so quiet – they rarely appear –
The washing is there but
We never see them

There are times
When I walk out early
& the street is empty
When an old car with faded paint
Backs out of the drive
Onto the road

But the driver & passenger
Always have their faces turned
& their only child looks straight
Ahead & does not blink

From day 5 of the Nation Poetry Month 30 in 30 Challenge.

 

About the Poet:
Rae Desmond Jones is the son & Grandson of miners. He is now retired & lives in Sydney where he writes lots of poetry. He has published six books of poetry & novels. He will have another volume of poems (L GHAZALS) out soon.

 

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Table – A Poem by Rae Desmond Jones

Table

Who do you groan
When I lean on you
With my arms?

You were so strong
When you were a tree
Bending & weaving
In terrible winds

While gripping the
Earth with deep root
Fingers

From day 3 of the National Poetry Month’s 30 in 30 Challenge.

 

About the Poet:
Rae Desmond Jones is the son & Grandson of miners. He is now retired & lives in Sydney where he writes lots of poetry. He has published six books of poetry & novels. He will have another volume of poems (L GHAZALS) out soon.

 

Photo from Unsplash.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

XXI By Rae Desmond Jones

XXI
By Rae Desmond Jones

the moving finger taps then hits save,
i send it on email.

europe slips into crisis
not for the first or last time.

is this the rise of Asia,
the fall of Western Rome?

my father went down the mines in 1931-
he might have been an accountant.

a hungry future
whispers through my dreams.

outside in the dark rain old eucalypts bend
then spring back,

droplets spit at my window
& dribble to feed the fertile dirt.

there are many refugees lost in this storm –
they are human, as are we.

Rae Desmond Jones is an aged former politician & troublemaker. He has written 8 books of poetry & has taken to writing ghazals …..

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