Jé Maverick
Hey there, I’m Jé Maverick, a poet and writer who lives and works in Canberra, the national capital of Australia. I’ve found that blogging is the perfect medium for poetry, mostly composed of less than sixty lines, and am hoping that through this blog I can generate as much interest in poetry as possible. Poetry is a vital and significant art form that is the true workshop of any language. I’m interested in teaming up with as many poetry fans and poets as possible (whatever their level of skill and dedication), and creating a network around the web for those who would like to see poetry and its authors re-emerge as an energetic and far reaching community.
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You Who Turn From Love
Posted by Jé Maverick on 3rd January 2009You who turn from love in pain,turn kindly: seek the tender cycles of the world.The winter greets with joy-flung armsthe first fog's slow return, and so the moonshall know its lover's face, the sun sinkswithout quarrel. Spring dances without clothesas Autumn looks on, waiting, and neitherwill depart the grand design.I Have Heard
Posted by Jé Maverick on 2nd January 2009I was a bump in the day.I walked fifty miles of aimless, lookingin each pavement crack for the faces of angels,turned blind corners with eyes wide open,sat quietly at out-of-service bus stops,for an event I didn't wish to attend,nor could remember the invitation for.Noon spun on a dry axis,each second needing the grease ofa troubled thought and an injured sigh,and the leaves dived without noise, just as expected,from the maples along the streetand the eucalypts upon the mountain.How To Feel Beautiful
Posted by Jé Maverick on 1st January 2009It sticks to your insides, this endless trampof the daily, damp commute. This war against the clockand how each monstrous hour falls and fallsand chimes a bleak reminder.The calendar, it hurtles slickly by - you swallowknowledge like you fight a rising gorge -those displaced days that made up all your youthlie littered in your wake:the carrion for history's avid vultures.And yet, you grow accustomed to the loss -and grinding down the journey of each dayinto a powdered debt - resolve to pay yourselfat Destination.I Have Seen The Unsaid
Posted by Jé Maverick on 31st December 2008You are The One:let me tell you about the reason for being made.These eyes given to me, these things I look uponin the focus that remainswithin the textures of imperfect light -there is only your action:all else peels from view.Even Though The Night Falls
Posted by Jé Maverick on 30th December 2008How you glow, even though the night falls in my soul.Even as I grow immersed in the dark, you glow. Your softsmile breaks even as my clouds gather.One cloud. Two. A storm. A rainy fortnight -a flood of Noah.You await my return: shining; gleaming.I depart, to climates that you never knowexist in me: fields of precipice; oceans full of caves;infinite tunnels of bones and decay; wastelandupon wasteland upon wasteland...I Long To Whisper Faintly
Posted by Jé Maverick on 29th December 2008I long to whisper faintly,so faintly that only you should hear me -not gods, nor angels, nor nearby pineswith their needling ears -so faintly that I should not hear myself.Perhaps I would say, my love,that our love is a flowerwith grim petals - that they are closed forever -dying without blossom on the stalk.Your Love’s Small Hands
Posted by Jé Maverick on 21st December 2008With your love's small handsa spirit is rebuilt,bedrockto cloud-crowned summitthe royal earth rises,fountains up,spills over, climbsthe ladder of itself -an upscape;an outscape -a mountain fillsa void upon the earth.Dynamo
Posted by Jé Maverick on 5th December 2008It is like this:the ray is stable.It holds space,shines with perfect stasis, but thatis action. We arethe inactive ones,we who circumnavigate;so often forgetting our motion.As The Gods Intended
Posted by Jé Maverick on 4th December 2008As the gods intended, the core of my old soulpulses with your ancient light. Even now,your vivid energy fountains like a supernova,and you, inside me,gleam with a new life.You are my new star, and I gazeupon you with curious eyes.Yet inside yourself, darkness fallslike an iron veil: your spirit is a damp stone,and your hands hold a thin warmth.Often, you cast your light over the precipiceof your longing, peering for another's face.The harpoon of old sorrowsstrikes too deep for consolation.Let Me Make You Sacred
Posted by Jé Maverick on 3rd December 2008Let me make sacred once againthese crimson scars that roar your grief.The dark songs that hide in you like angry thieves,jeering your pale name; crouchingby the thin road of your weakness;let me cast them out with a ringing reverence.
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