Susan Adams, PhD (Medical Science) , is an Australian poet published in nine countries. She was awarded 'commended' in the 2012 O'Donoghue International Poetry Competition (Ire) , Highly Commended in the Val Vallis Award 2012, (Aus) , and Highly Commended in the Adrien Abbott Poetry Prize 2012.(Aus) . She has been read numerously on ABC Radio National. more »
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Susan Adams Poems
Hysterical Sheep In Conversation With...
Perhaps the stars are tough our land-grab eyes see only magic in the skies but burnt-out hearts know the speed of planets leaving.
Sunday Dance At The Westbeach Retirement...
Feet sad the floor like record grooves that can't escape the needle, there's a weariness in the warp and weave of steps. Eyes are parables,
Sheets once scattered with pools of hope are patient the chequered patterns from dried unions
You dare to part the grass to find the mirror. Pain carves you out of different stone but you fight to become similar, to know the thrill
The River Becomes
Landscape is a slovenly hot, dirty white. The Ganges font in the foothills of mountains
Escape The Beloved Country
The foetal curve is a question mark we revert to not a haven for a life
Entire Of Himself
We live here - 'Raphael, ' a leprosy colony in India. The 'caste' means we are both cast to the separation of ordinary.
I stare at my cup of lukewarm tea cradle the bowl as I would your head against me. Loosed light on tremor rippled surface
Two tankers sit at the split between sky and water, our ankles are knit by rockpool eddies and arms wrap the other as linen,
Breakdown Of Anatomy
It's nearly done, this black eyed eyelid with crusted rim, the excrement of wound has nearly closed over.
As It Was For Me
You came in the wet, satin depths of me rogue wave broadside determined ambition of burst pain
I stare at ten red fingernails spread on arm boards fine blonde hair too real for the pillow eyes roam monitors, oxygen level, heart beat pulse, return to red, back to clock,
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Hysterical Sheep In Conversation With Gary Snyder 40 years on.
Perhaps the stars are tough
our land-grab eyes see only magic in the skies
but burnt-out hearts know the speed
of planets leaving.
The tread is not silent or benign, each footprint wounds.
When we stop the noise and listen our DNA trembles.
We are old souls and know the rhythms.
Coyote, Tuna, Koala, Turtle, Tiger, PolarBear,
trees gracing land, deep water rivers.
Who shares their ways with us now.
What altar is left for the sun.
Where can the clear air breeze our song.
More metal than bird in the dust bitten heavens
land is centrifuged and ...