Emerald13 POETRY

 ~     I hesitate. Stepping sideways through the unfamiliar door, I shuffle between sagging, purpose-built shelves, moving slowly to give my eyes time to adjust. A spill of cracked spines, piled one on top of the other bulging floor-to-ceiling marked by the occasional cock-eyed, hand-written sign, a promise of some kind of order. shadows curtain the alcove— a beard coughs Sections run into each other;  Literature, Do-It-Yourself, History, Cooking  is separated from  Self Help  turning a corner You will find  Tasmania  along a wall down the hallway, past a sprawling jumble of random miscellany and comics. There is nothing here for me. I head for the street. Fantasy by the disappearing staircase I hesitate. ~~~ published Haibun Today Feb 2009 slight changes above compared to the one accepted below ~ I hesitate.   Stepping sideways through the unfamiliar door, I shuffle between sagging, purpose-built shelves, moving slowly to give my eyes t...

  ©Regina Piroska (Gina) Catchment edition4  Australian Haiku Society   21 June 2025  a nod to Wiliam Carlos Williams " The Red Wheelbarrow "

  3lights gallery 2008

  3lightsgallery jan-march 2008

Swiss Miss (Implosure) 40″x34″; collage on a print of a collage on rag paper; 2015 published KOLAJ February 2018 Swiss Miss - so what's the story? I have decided to bring onto this site, any of my collage and photography that are award winners and/or published. There are so many places to find me already I decided not to add another 2. !  Bringing them onto the poetry site makes the most sense, i think.  Let me Know what you think. I begin with Kolaj way back in 2018 with these few collages published. Current collage available for sale are listed here. are you interested in what goes on in the studio ?  

I enjoy 'found poetry' very much - there are a few techniques around this, each providing a found poem. (© Gina altered book found poem) In essence found poetry is finding the poetic in the non-poetic and reimagining existing language to create something new and meaningful. Here are a few possibilities and techniques. 1.  ERASURE/BLACKOUT POETRY - find an existing text and working your way down the text, lightly circle with a pencil the words that appeal to you i often read and re read the words i have pencilled to see how they run together - with meaning and or logical sequence you are looking to reinterpret the text to create a new meaning or focus using a tool such as texta, whiteout or digital editing begin to blot out all the other words until only the 'poem' is left/revealed. 2. CUT UP POETRY - Cut up words, phrases or sentences from one or more source texts rearrange them to create a new poem, often with a different meaning or focus than the original text 3.  CEN...

 ~ BEACHED (Haibun) Heat hangs, torrid, pressing upon tired shoulders. Touched by the occasional warm starfish an ancient, patchy, bird-shit monument kneels in puddled sand beneath a sky stitched to the sea. below blue sails billow over blue Ripples circle the rock where, in the tide's cloud-crawl, tiny crabs get on with their crabby lives and I wonder how words can convey this sense without images to the eye. On this slow, tedious, amplified afternoon, I lean against the colossus baffled by the clamour of these idiot gulls, ignorant in the art of give and take, because it's perfectly clear who should yield. crushed shell in a footprint empty beach ~ ©Regina Piroska (Gina) published Abstractaphy April 2025 published Drifting Sands   January 2022 - ed:  Adelaide B Shaw

  the Magyar   I out of revolution and a burning bed she chose a summer somewhere else Afrika, under a triumphant sky where deep roots deliver the burnished dawn and gold leaf peels from the sea to hang in links about her neck   II   ripe with life, she brings with her the motherliness of milk and the flamboyance of spring in veal, pink with secrets, incurably plain potatoes, honest gherkins   and all the poetry of the table in dumplings that have no gift for shape   III   when a suspicion of the moon shrivels up and I am sunk inside myself, Her love leaps from hand to hand to unravel from me broken nights, suicide, love and other disasters   She is a cliff I leaped from into childhood's steady air; a dance I inhabit where ladies smooth their lace and fix their hair and I learn to know   my walk is in my hips   ©Gina   Published in Star82 Review Issue1   2013   published Charlotte's blog 2020   written for mum

 ~ THE MOMENT ( haibun ) small town the shop sign says cash only I hear my breath, exhaling. The breeze picks it up with a bit of puffy down, twirling a vortex along a dusty pathway. A swallow circles the white fluff, whirling this way, then that, until in a suspended split-second the swallow snatches it, flying quickly under the eaves of the deserted Bank building and drops it into the nest. skimming the day moon   dragonfly   ~ ©Regina Piroska (Gina) Modern Haiku (print edition) - June 2022    ed: Roberta Beary

 ~ Forget-me-nots still self-seed under the dogwood you planted. Tall and straight now I wish you could see it before it's shadow bends in the winter wind.  Its bare, red branches house a high-rise of vacant webs where fog lingers in the empty nest. The long arms of a conifer sweep wide and low, catching itinerant leaves. Half frozen, flicking around empty spaces. nothing of you -- a pressed rose whose story I forget The fog lifts as midmorning disperses into blues and yellow-lime greens. This time of year, the garden is mostly bare except for the daffodils. That one Rhoddo, tight with bud, holding colour close. A delicate point shifting emphasis, a promise. a blackbird tugs at the worm -- both stretching ~ ©Regina Piroska (Gina) Drifting Sands Issue 31 2025 (14 March- page34)

  LYNX 2008

JUST THIS ONCE stop talking at me— understand the silence I blow at it as it runs across the keyboard [a beautiful form] the size of a match head with multiple legs and rounded back translucent, bright from the depths of its evolution an involuntary reaction pulling into itself it folds up— the tiny spider stays very still as if under a rock or a leaf, and I can't see it, shining red on the letter D .................... [for diversion] you need not shout—simply face me when you speak published Haibun Today Sept 2008

  Modern English Tanka   January 2007