Poetry (Day 339): Proof





The Burke and Wills
of teenage love.
At the time, we thought
we would last
forever. The whole
world was ours
to discover. But now
only the initials
carved into the tree
prove we were
ever there at all.

For those of you who know nothing about Australian history, Burke and Wills were the explorers who made the first North-South crossing of the country. Trouble is, they died doing it.

They made a base camp for the last leg of the journey. The men left behind waited longer than they were supposed to but ended up leaving just a few hours before Burke and Wills returned. Burke and Wills missed the signs left for them, telling them which way to go. They carved their initials into a tree and headed off in the wrong direction. The men from the base camp changed their mind and headed back, but didn’t find them until it was too late.

I admit to not knowing the exact details of the whole thing. So don’t take what I wrote above as gospel, but you get the idea.

And yes, it is nice to have a slightly longer poem today.

Poetry (Day 338): Obituary





A teenage boy,
unsure of life.
Could not be convinced
that he was not
alone, no matter what
they said. Died
from a severe
case of bully.




A thirteen-year-old boy named Tyrone Unsworth committed suicide recently because of bullying about his sexuality. And there are people arguing that Safe Schools, a program implemented in parts of Australia, to teach kids about homosexuality (and sexuality in general) is not needed. A lot of people are actually saying that it promotes homosexuality. Because obviously, with just a bit of a push, kids will wake up one morning and think, “Hey, I’d like to be teased and bullied and ridiculed and hated by a large part of the community, possibly for the rest of my life.”

I’ve said it a couple of times recently, I think. The world sucks.

Poetry (Day 335): I Wish

One month to go. Unbelievable. I did miss a day not long ago, I admit, but there were two poems the following day, so I think I made amends.

Don’t forget the competition. Comment, share, retweet or reblog to go in the draw. I haven’t actually started any illustrations for the book yet, but they will happen, I promise.

And now, for the poem…



I Wish

Dandelion clouds
blown by the wind.
No rain today
no matter how much
I wish.