Author photo by Peter's son, Walter Bakowski

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The paper dolls



Yesterday
we had to dance
for a visitor’s amusement.

Today
we are pinned
to a wall.

Our pencilled eyes
can’t blink away the dust.

Pale, thin,
we grip each other’s hands

and tremble
whenever the door
opens.


The above poem is from my new (fifth) poetry collection, Personal Weather, to be launched at The Wheeler Centre, Melbourne, at 6 p.m. on Tuesday, 4 March.
















Monday, January 13, 2014

The black room



                                                                                                                                       for Charles Simic
No light switch.
No windows.
A pile of kindling
but no matches.

Room without
books, or pillow,
or a thimbleful of water.

Nothing to do
except lie down
on the cold floorboards

and see how dark
it is inside you.

The above poem is from my 2014 poetry collection, Personal Weather, which will be launched at The Wheeler Centre, 176 Little Lonsdale Street, Melbourne, 6 to 8 p.m. on Tuesday, 4 March 2014.