Tag Archives: Vuong Pham poetry

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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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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