Wednesday 21 December 2011

Poem (Illustrated) - Single Bed


Single Bed

I like a single bed
It’s good enough for me
It holds a single dreamer
It’s not for two or three

I like a single bed
It’s narrow and austere
But sometimes falling out
Is something that I fear

Bed, bed
My single bed
The very best place
To lay down my head.

I like a single bed
It’s sheets are rather small
When I need to buy them
I find them at the mall.

I like a single bed
I fit in cozily
It’s easy to climb out of
When I have to pee.

Bed, bed
My single bed
The very best place
To lay down my head.

I like a single bed
I fit from side to side
In a space so tiny
Nothing else can hide.

I like a single bed
It suits the childlike me
Some nights it’s a sailboat
Tossing on the sea.

Bed, bed
My single bed
The very best place
To lay down my head.

I like a single bed
It’s big enough to hold
A single fluffy pillow
And comforters untold.

I like a single bed
It deserves an applaud
There’s naught I hold against it
Does this make me odd?

                      - Ava Darling


Wednesday 14 December 2011

Poem (Illustrated) - Ava's Lament


Ava's Lament

Gone are the places where once I did roam
Gone is the laneway beside my old home
Gone are the night times of silence and dark
Gone are our picnics in Wellington Park.

Gone are my neighbours, my family, my friends
Gone are the summers that seemed without end
Gone are the whispers that swept through the trees
Gone are the children who went were they pleased.

Gone are the shorelines stretching for miles
Gone is the harvest heaped up in great piles
Gone are the days when dogs were not tied
Gone is the horse upon which I did ride.

Gone is the schoolhouse with rooms one and two
Gone are the boots that fit over our shoes
Gone is the farmer who slaughtered his pigs
Gone is the barn dance and gone are the jigs.

Gone is the girl with the penny bright eyes
Gone are the sayings that once were deemed wise
Gone are the men folk who stood over me
Gone is the time when admission was free

Gone are the fields in which nothing was built
Gone are the gatherings for stitching a quilt
Gone are the cellars full of bottles and jars
Gone is the age for wishing on stars.

                            - Ava Darling

Monday 5 December 2011

Poem (Illustrated) - Jump


Jump

When the car is crashing
If the house should burn
As the bomb is bursting
When the wheel doth turn.

When you see it coming
If the earth should crack
As the walls are tumbling
When the cards are stacked.

Jump, jump
Give a great jump
Gather your courage
And play your last  trump.
Jump, jump
When your moment draws nigh
Don’t be caught sleeping
When your time comes to fly.

When the angel’s singing
If the lightening strikes
As the arrow’s nocking
When flood o’rcomes the dyke.

When the sky is falling
If the plane goes down
As your breath is slowing
When the toll doth sound.

Jump, jump
Give a great jump
Gather your courage
And play your last  trump.
Jump, jump
When your moment draws nigh
Don’t be caught sleeping
When your time comes to fly.


When the axe is lowering
If there’s noxious fumes
As the cloud is shrooming
When there’s no more room.

When you have the knowing
If a funnel twists the air
As the crow is cawing
When the reaper stares.

Jump, jump
Give a great jump
Gather your courage
And play your last  trump.
Jump, jump
When your moment draws nigh
Don’t be caught sleeping
When your time comes to fly.

When the signs are pointing
If Peter makes the call
As the knife is plunging
When you see beyond the wall.

When your heart is longing
If the light appears
As the monks are chanting
When you face your fears.

Jump, jump
Give a great jump
Gather your courage
And play your last  trump.
Jump, jump
When your moment draws nigh
Don’t be caught sleeping
When your time comes to fly.
                       
                           - by Ava Darling

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