A Sense of Wonder

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City Beauty – June Perkins

For Rachel Carson

Rachel says
open your children to wonder
about birds
together learn each ones song
and their many names
as you  wander  their land
maybe imagine flying
to their tree top
homes.

Rachel says
imprint in them
the story of the sea
the delicacy of balance even on the rugged shorelines
through them knowing
its biography
as if it’s their best friend.

Rachel says
listen to the wind
find the names of each wind
so you can read its personality
warm or cold
and know when you should
stay away from the sea
and when you can embrace and nurture
it.

Rachel says
open to them to wonder
so they will not pass by this world
without knowing it calls
to us
from stars to shoreline
moon dust to leaves.

Rachel leaves her love of nature
on the shorelines of our present
each wisdom wave
saying
wonder
wonder
wonder

The late Nell Arnold introduced me  to Rachel Carson’s writing after seeing some of my photographs and poetry.  We had been living in Far North Queensland in a country town surrounded by the natural environment.

I always loved biology and nature at school and one of our best excursions was mapping the shoreline, and if I had heard about Rachel earlier I am sure I would have wanted to study ecology.  I think it’s time for me to read more of her work.

I am working on my first nature essay and searching for a focus for it.  The clues come to me in photography, poetry, parenting, and connection. I am contemplating how science and art can come together and how we can find nature in the city.

Living in the city now, I miss that connection.  I search for splinters of it, in noticing the bush turkeys that dig our yard and taking opportunities to go to the park and look for wildlife and work out the species of the trees. Every time we leave the city I feel the pull of the shorelines.  I feel sad that we had to leave the natural surrounds of our old home for the opportunities the city offers. I carry those shorelines and rainforests in my soul.

If only the opportunities could exist in the spaces close to the environment, so that wonder was inbuilt into our opportunities. Now I look for the times we can go and find ourselves closer to the earth…

(c) June Perkins

Uncaging the voice, uplifting the spirit – the poetry of Mavash Sabet

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A review of poetry from one of the Yaran.

Originally posted on Pearlz Dreaming:

‘We shout as loudly as we can but our voices too are caged/and day after day death is denied as well as aid./No one listens, no one hears this wingless bird.’ (Mavash Sabet – ‘The Friends’)

Mavash Sabet’s Prison Poems (George Ronald Press, 2013) have been brought to the English speaking world in delicate and skilful adaptations by Bahiyyih Nakhjavani; she was assisted in this work by both her father and her mother.

Nakhjavani prefers to call them adaptations rather than translations due to the immense difficulty of translating poetry from other languages with absolute accuracy especially with the extra elements of metre and rhyme to combine with meaning and the cultural and spiritual dimensions of language.

It is challenging in the parameters of what should be a short a blog/article to convey the full power and complexity of the spiritual and emotional journey Sabet’s poems will take the reader…

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The World is Singin’ its Blues

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Guitar Boy by June Perkins

The world is singin’ its blues
askin’ for a bit of time to heal
askin’ why it’s so hard to feel
that nothin’ we do is gonna make
peace be real

askin’ for a DJ who understands
the need for peace
who can give us some
musical release
to bleed out the fears
dress them in a mother’s tears

The world is ringin’ out its questions
why, oh why’s a piece of land
or your religion
something to kill or die for
and why are people so quick
to tie their fate to
those noose of hate?

askin’ for a DJ who can change the down beat
into an upbeat
bring some kind of optimism into play
dress that sorrow
in a technicolour tomorrow

The world is singin’ its blues
askin’ for a bit of time to heal
askin’ why it’s so hard to feel
that nothin’ we do is gonna make
peace be real

(c) June Perkins, words and image.

Handle with Care

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the morning news unsettles
and reminds
for many there is no luxury
to look for daily balance

only the beginning of an end

lives blasted out of the sky
children bombed on the beach
apocalyptic movies due
at the cinema soon

and on the way to when healing arrives
the places where there is the

beginning of a beginning

every moment
is now handle with care

the places where tear drops
bomb the hope just out of reach

longing for the time
visions of one world
might be in the real world soon

the temporary bandages we put on things
attempted treaties delicately achieved
are never enough

when will they make way for the time
when unity might
beam its sunlight
through leaves of green
to blind the apocalypse of now?

(c) June Perkins

Wayfarer

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Hellos of the human race
Are wayfarers in outer space
Searching into future time
Reaching memories so sublime.

Wayfarers in shifting space
Mix Dylan’s songs of human race
Dancing with the dust of stars
To the future we might be bizarre?

Hellos circle stars and moon
Humanity longs for a cocoon
As child soldier hides in the wheat
And tides move the world’s heart beat.

 

© June Perkins

Originally posted here Hellos in Space : Image Credit: Paulien Bats

The Green Broom

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Creative Commons, Matteo Riva

Voice of the Bab’s Servant Mubarak

Sweeping, sweeping
Clearing pathways
For Him to walk on
Making a befitting place for Him
To be with Khadijih.

Sweeping, sweeping
Another auburn
Autumn leaf
Falling
Still not here

But assuring her
He will return
For each and all

Winter trees
Pencil like gray outlines
Fragile like her weeping.

But I know
He will return.

(c) June Perkins

Image Credit: Creative Commons Matteo Riva

The Lovefulness Tree

Originally posted on Ripple Poetry:

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Dream Tree Cardwell – June Perkins

Our feet they have a lovefulness beat
They are filling all Mission Beach streets.

A magic cheetah lives under our tree
He can be naughty when he’s grumpy.

Look into our chatterbox eyes
We’re marvellous, we’re cool
We’ll bring lovefulness to our school.

Our feet they have a lovefulness beat
Crazy word games make us proud
Crazy word games make us loud.

We will sing you a lovefulness poem
We will send you a ripple from here.

We will make Mrs Tronconne proud
We’re giving, we’re special
And what’s more
We’ve watered the plants and tamed the cheetah.

He’s not grumpy anymore
He’s so full of lovefulness.


By June Perkins,
inspired by Mrs Tronconne Mission Beach, Year 1s.

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Lovefulness Tree Poster- June Perkins

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