Tag Archives: Vuong Pham haiku

New Farm Park Ginko: Lee-Anne Davie & Vuong Pham

                                                                    so lush
                                                                    the grass
                                                                    for late autumn lovers

                                                                                *

                                                                   above me
                                                                   a single red rose
                                                                   against slivers of blue

                                                                                *

                                                                   beside the croquet lawn
                                                                   a homeless man sleeps
                                                                   visitors welcome

                                                                                *

                                                                  in the colour
                                                                  of fallen leaves
                                                                  a crow feather

                                                                               *

                                                                  beneath the gentle sway
                                                                  of late autumn
                                                                  tai chi

                                                                               *

                                                                                poems by Lee-Anne Davie
                                                                                photograph by Cindy Keong

 

                                                                forgive me rose
                                                                she loves me
                                                                she loves me not

                                                                              *

                                                                public toilet
                                                                I am not compelled
                                                                to flush

                                                                             *

                                                               must be growing old–
                                                               polite chatter
                                                               at the wedding party

                                                                            *

                                                               the river has glistened
                                                               long enough
                                                               for the summer house windows

                                                                            *

                                                               fallen
                                                               jacaranda flowers
                                                               we part without regret

                                                                           *

                                                                            poems by Vuong Pham
                                                                            photograph by Cindy Keong

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Mt Coot-tha Botanical Gardens Ginko

                                                                  autumn sun
                                                                  the glow of one
                                                                  ripe cherry

                                                                  cactus spikes
                                                                  can’t help
                                                                  but touch                                                            

                                                                                                Cindy Keong

                                                three tai-chi students meditate
                                                frozen ibis

                                                garden mirage
                                                lizards crawls out of the desert
                                                into the cafe                                                          

                                                                              Jonathan Hadwen

                                                      tired of bamboo gazing
                                                      I look to the pond —
                                                      bamboo reflection

                                                       alone again
                                                       by the waterfall
                                                       my bladder expands

                                                                                     Vuong Pham

                                           ants ignore the lines on fallen leaves

                                           mossy path
                                           I intrude
                                           on the ibis

                                                                          John Wainwright

                                                                 so still
                                                                 the pond
                                                                 before the children

                                                                 empty
                                                                 until you walk
                                                                 in my shoes

                                                                                               Lee-Anne Davie

                                                              autumn pool
                                                              willow reflects
                                                              upon itself

                                                              garden wall
                                                              where do you think
                                                              the creeper’s going?

                                                                                             Trudie Murrell

* all photographs by Cindy Keong

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Sandgate Ginko: Vuong Pham

 

                                                           corrugated mud
                                                           how silent
                                                           the rotting branch

                                                                           *

                                                           I see it
                                                           then I don’t
                                                           aeroplane through trees

                                                                           *

                                                           distant waves
                                                           the paperbark rustles
                                                           too

                                                                           *

                                                           howling wind
                                                           at low tide
                                                           the dog tracks fill in

                                                                           *

                                                           kite surfing
                                                           falling leaves
                                                           also

                                                                           *

                                                                            photograph by Cindy Keong

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