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The Awkward Conversation

(texts on the floor)

 

 

This hard soil of rebirth.

Will we talk about it?

The muscle, the sky and the earth.

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Of my lofty perch, blood red with disquiet,

And the sinewy games, buried in darkness.

For a yellow strand embellished, holds yet.

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It is I who excavates crafted consciousness

To the passage of plump, digging brown blue.

Away from the death of this variegated mess.

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And the silver chilled spoon soured through,

Upon the cypress floors splintering yawn.

Guile at a watery pocket vase that you grew,

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Rains a momento in falling carcasses at dusk

And leaves me to wallpaper, particles of husk.

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EXHIBITED: West of Central

Bathurst Regional Art Gallery 2023 

Published Artist Profile Issue 5 Insight - Poem

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Genevieve Carroll sculpture the-wattle-room-silk_edited.png

back to home 

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a poem inspired by Persephone, Goddess of Spring
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Poem
GIVE ME a MOMENT


GIVE ME a MOMENT
to ARTICULATE
WHAT I WANT to SAY
 
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to CONSIDER the BALANCING ACT
on EARTH'S TABLE

GIVE ME a MOMENT
to THINK
of THE LINE of a POEM

GIVE ME a MOMENT
to NAVIGATE
AROUND MONKEY HILL
 
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to LOOK at the STARRY BLUE NIGHT


GIVE ME a MOMENT
for the WATTLE to RETURN on SUNDAY


GIVE ME a MOMENT
to REMEMBER BERTIE BEETLE
in GREEN FOIL

GIVE ME a MOMENT
to be DEEP IN THOUGHT

GIVE ME a MOMENT
to TAKE in the LONG VIEW

GIVE ME a MOMENT
 

Published in ELBAZIN Magazine 2020
 
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We just want to throw flowers

at the world

 

CEMENTA Kandos

Installation

Text and sculpture 2015

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We just want to throw flowers at the world by Genevieve Carroll installation in Kandos fo

The Bedspread of Natural History

( a bee lamenting )

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SUMMER

My mouth is full of the honest primrose night

With a slowing clock

delicate and accomplished

cross pollinating

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AUTUMN

I imagine ticking soft shadows of air

with coarse black wings

While grass persists to remain awake for an hour

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WINTER

I did not imagine this slow frost stone sustaining a secret

Strategic terrain

the crinkled spark

My thoughts are walking round the table

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SPRING

Curvature of drunken bees on the landscape  floor

time lays in a short line

my only familiar scent is that of a flowering curtain

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Performed at

Western Plains Cultural Centre Dubbo 

The Wattle Room Chapter 6 -

The Bedspread of Natural History

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The world now needs empathy like a

gossamer thread flung                

 

Poetry installation

National Parks & Wildlife

'The End Festival'

Hill End NSW Australia

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