Monthly Archives: March 2010

City poetry! – regarding an apple

On a busy city corner stands

another Brisbane city man

waiting for the lights to change.

Patiently he slips his hand

into his satchel.  Picks an apple

then gazes at it. Looking strange.

But he didn’t think it strange

as his attention rarely stands

for this long upon an apple.

But he wondered about the man

who farmed and picked it in his hand.

‘For me to buy with pocket change’

Still waiting for the lights to change

romantic thoughts appearing strange

of a straw hat farmer with careful hand

on top his wooden ladder stands…

“Don’t be daft and stupid man.”

“That’s not how they farm an apple!”

Polishing his Gala apple

still waiting for the lights to change,

“My farmer is a gritty man.

Hard as a spade and slightly strange.

With legs like apple trees he stands

and a shotgun in his hand.”

‘Or maybe there’s no dirty hand.’

Turning skeptical at his apple

‘In a boardroom… my business farmer stands.’

‘Pokes his head out to see the season’s change!’

Then laughs at the roaring traffic. Looking strange.

‘But I’d like to thank my farmer man.’

‘I’d really like to thank the man

or woman, working hard in hand

with soil and trees and climate’s strange.

Thank you for my tasty apple!

I hope you get most of my change

each time I buy from these fruit stands’

In Brisbane city a strange good man

stands holding, gazing in his hand

his apple. Waiting for the lights to change.

A sestina‘ is a highly structured poem consisting of six stanzas each with six lines followed by a tercet for a total of thirty-nine lines. The same six words end the lines of each stanza, but in a different order each time; if we number the first stanza’s lines 123456, then the words ending the second stanza’s lines appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614, then 451362, and finally 246531. These six words then appear in the tercet as well, with the tercet’s first line usually containing 6 and 2, its second 1 and 4, and its third 5 and 3.

So Many Words


So many words

waving at my eyes

this week.


Some fist shaped

speaking from a place of hurt

shaking angrily.


One friend’s words

are so happy… despite her pain

and hair loss.


Polispeak and jibberish

from agendas I’m sure have merit but

just annoy.


Hilarious clever words

make you bend in half and spill water

from your face.


Some words

are a vigorous swim in the ocean

step out more alive.