Month: January 2018

day 22

daily poem / poetry blog

(for my mother) the being trees Sydney’s War on Trees is no      casual accident   no by mistake   kind of thing   it’s a premeditated assault against nature     fresh air green space & emptiness graceful   guardians breathing life into us massacred til our lungs     exhale concrete  & your dogs    roam wastelands You unfinished hungry    beasts, you’ll remember the being trees dappled shaded light wind turning leaves great trunks    bridges to the sun. kathryn lyster

day 20

daily poem / poetry blog

triple h humans-hurting-humans is not my cup of tea take your h-h-h far away from me your violence is not invited appreciated tolerated excusable acceptable necessary ALLOWED not a goodlook. Trust me kathryn lyster

day 16

daily poem / poetry blog

screens Spinning loneliness into words L  becomes W the best way I’ve found to combat the panic-provoking isolation of living in my 1bedroom apartment (occupants = 47 pot plants, 0 cats, 1 female writer)   Living alone is terrifying or full of juice, the balance depends on the correct use of my laptop: Netflix bingeing .VS. Poem writing   Too much consuming, Not enough creating = guaranteed eXistential anXiety attacks. Anyone who knows me, knows […]

day 15

daily poem / poetry blog

eucalypt The heat was an apocalypse loosely hung like poison jellyfish hot air tentacles looping sweaty faces Fat bottleflies & blue blowfly cousins swarming nostrils Translucent cicada fairywings drumming a crescendo bush end Fire taunt & cackle on spent horizons  Inside fans ticked / tripped over Time got lost DownUnder. kathryn lyster

day 14

daily poem / poetry blog

sunset end of day slow walk    streets concrete cars fade beach sand stretches lapped by ocean clamber over boulders call of sandstone cliffs rising up past the lap pool    turquoise ripple elbows bent high swimmers chasing lines behind the rocks (barnacles, periwinkle-smattered) the secret keepers play        silver tails flick    auburn hair wild under water i sit,     waves crash  further out the little rock pool   remains unpummelled toes are first venture waist deep […]

day 12

daily poem / poetry blog

letter to my wildchild you’re crazy cool i love you but we’re through little rebel / melodrama queen barefoot banshee tumbleweed dancing free wild child flower baby sticky wreck slurring blur reality i divorce you step back to the brink exit my orbit spin new watercolour dreams without me. kathryn lyster

day 10

daily poem / poetry blog

sting Dead scorpion (River tannin brown, dehydrated exoskeleton the colour of foxes, curved tail       sting stuck swathed in common house fluff) Found yesterday under Piano Not just any piano His piano. My Starsign is Scorpio. Shit. What does that mean? kathryn lyster

day 9

daily poem / poetry blog

motorbike before    i     met you          i   knew         you existed visioned     your face +                 long       dark hair spied      you                           flitting  in shadows running                                 across my left lashes i      thought you      […]

day 8

daily poem / poetry blog

c.f a clusterfuck is an unwindable tangled ball of wool a sticky melting mess of elastic     bands also most definitely, Adani +  The GBReef Sydney traffic Factory farming Big Pharma Palm oil Polar bears Plastic My 13 week engagement God, politics Climate change My hair sometimes Voracious propertydevelopers a c.f = a thickly knotted situation,   utterly mismanaged      step in     cat sick it’s how i feel every time i watch the news or […]

day 6

daily poem / poetry blog

hope 5 eggs      hatched last year  little chicks new  babies welcomed    but  i can’t help worrying thinking of what they have to  walk through + survive loves   losses loneliness  lessons only brave souls come      here human is a big gig am i right? but these kids, 100% perfect they smile at me tiny    faces crack into cloudless sky      sunshine like hope is the only possible      […]

day 3

daily poem / poetry blog

air pocket there's a space in my body that you fill behind the right ribs between 2 knots of cartilage - (scar tissue, bike fall front wheel spinning on hot tar) the space is tiny, a bubble you could miss it precious pocket of       air meet me there. kathryn lyster

day 2

daily poem / poetry blog

glitter They say it goes like this – at the very end The whole thing in reverse, bathed in ochre light Unwinding, like undressing at the end of a long day Flashes of the ordinary made extraordinary You watch your glories your cinnamon fuckups, Times you got it so damn wrong a few glittering vignettes When you were so happy you thought you’d explode. There weren’t enough of those, no matter how golden They say […]