Memory Creases
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'For much of each day, we hide what is in our hearts, tuck away the child in us, and save our more curious or adventurous thoughts for 'some other time'. Geoff Miller's poems draw the heart, the child, and the most elusive of contemplations lovingly onto the page. Read these poems. For their tenderness. For their playfulness. And for the pleasur
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Memory Creases - Geoffrey Miller
Memory Creases
Geoffrey Miller
Ginninderra PressMemory Creases
ISBN 978 1 76041 998 1
Copyright © Geoffrey Miller 2020
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2020 by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
Contents
Scattered Treasures
Dawdling Places
Unlikely Possibilities
The Present Past
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Geoffrey Miller and published by Ginninderra Press
For Elizabeth
Your laughing eyes keep dancing
past the windows of my mind
Scattered Treasures
Adoration
Your laughing eyes keep dancing
past the windows of my mind
Your golden hair waves
through my sky of time
I live beneath a rainbow
of love you’ve given me
Within your arms of wonder
I recline.
Helpless in the Dark
Agony twists your face and I tremble,
weakened by the tears
that squeeze from you eyes
and drip off your lip.
Your need calls me
but I’m frozen
locked outside the cell
of your suffering.
Straining through unseen bars
to pull away the black blanket of pain
that covers all but your sobs.
They echo loud now,
between my fear to move
and my longing
to set you free.
In that dark place prayers are real
and I yell that someone
more compassionate than me
can lift one corner of your suffering
so light might enter, and we may see
a haven, floating off heaven’s page
and onto yours.
Someone who can open hospital doors
and break through stubborn
waiting lists that separate you from life
and tomorrow’s smile.
The Unidentified ‘They’
When people play gossip,
‘They’ is not a collective noun.
Not ‘they’ like members of a club
who play the same card game
week on week, with cups of tea
and niceties.
Gossip ‘They’ is a guerrilla fighter,
prowling behind conversations,
ambushing truth. Taunting,
as when a cat cuffs a mouse
and confuses its direction.
Turning its head to a different place.
In that mesmerised state, truth
is guided away to a dozy death.
It has no champion, no one notices
it has gone.
In wrestles of conversation
when stories jostle to speak
and tongues are at full pace,
swarms of ‘They say’ and ‘They reckon’
bounce off walls like flies off windows.
An ambushed victim is stripped
of who they are and presented
as a meal
to the devouring gossips.
Sleeping Bones
When my arthritic bones
recline within sheets
of relief
and sleep bundles them
into a cocoon,
their arguing ceases.
Bone on bone whingeing
stops.
Then I sneak away.
I sneak away to a place
where stiffness, grunt, and grizzle
vaporise in a dream.
And I run.
Beach sand spreading my toes.
My fists buffet the wind.
Crashing waves tumble me.
Salt spray paints my eyes.
I splash water in