publication

the poems in the poet’s nest
are baby birds with open mouths
singing high and sweet
hoping to be fed first and best
in supplication for the worm
of publication
Julian O’Dea
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Sixty-Three

So you are sixty-three
like me, said the turtle
on the dreaming sand.
And though our
movements are slow,
our salty eyes linger
on the horizon, and we
carry our weight 
toward the endless sea.

 

Julian O’Dea

Puppy Wisdom

His puppy chest is
like a tight, full drum
beaten by his martial
heart as he struts
around his new domain.

So much pomp in such
a tiny pup, teaches man
a lesson: by puffing
his chest and heart out
like a shunting train.

 

Julian O’Dea

 

In Summer

In summer the heart is
a cauldron of desire
but on days like these
the grey leaves dissolve
into the low sky
and hopes turn to fears.

 

Nature is no more
constant than our plans.
Why must they rise and fall
like waves and die away
to nothing like the wind?

 

Julian O’Dea

 

How creative young white men beat Hillary

I Love the Narrow Lanes

I love the narrow lanes
for homing civil servants
and schoolchildren
that perform humble
work like veins,
after the arteries
of roads and freeways
are left behind to roar
all day with the voice
of cars.

 

And the faithful
waiting trees along
the lane ways
some days
like Roman columns
to be passed in triumph,
other evenings like
keening dryads
weeping in sympathy,
but most days like
solid friends to greet,
nodding in the breeze.

 

Julian O’Dea

Botany Lesson

Botany Lesson

In her upturned collar,
she showed him the sepals
below the flower;
and see, the flower head
sits on the slender stem
so delicately, she said;
and blushing, told him
that in his hands it might
bloom hot crimson.

 

Julian O’Dea

(Now published here.)