Sunday, June 17, 2012

Critical Mass

I have been incredibly busy recently, home a lot fewer hours and, as often seems to happen at such times, the clutter has been secretly reproducing.  I only wish that clutter was less inclined to give birth to whole litters at a time!  I wrote this some time ago, but it seems so appropriate to post it today.

Clutter Critical Mass
Chaos and clutter, pushing and pressing
In on me.  Drowning me
Filling my eyes and ears, until I cannot breathe
Under the weight of it.  I close my eyes,
And though I long to shake free from it and
Fly away.  I know I can’t. 
My place is here and so I sigh and pray for time
To halt.  To freeze.
And in the moments outside of time, within this space
To begin.  Perhaps
If I focus on just one space, I can bring peace
And order.  And air.
Perhaps that space will claw its way through
The clutter. Spread and grow
Until chaos subsides and I can breathe again.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Train of Thought

For Gooseberry Garden this week, we are exploring the cosmos (and other things).  When I saw the topic, I was sure I would write about the natural beauty around me, but on a train ride a few days ago, I was struck by the isolation of the passengers.  It did, indeed, seem like we were in our own little world, trapped by the rain and the train.  In a 30 minute ride, not one person made eye contact with me.  But despite their silence and blank faces, I had a wonderful time looking at their shoes - so much variety! I felt as though their shoes opened the gateway to their own individual orbits within the cosmos.  I didn't, unfortunately, get around to many poets this last week but do, please join me in reading other poets' contributions for the Garden this week!

Unmasked train

duduh, duduh
we sway in silence
duduh, duduh
borne along
duduh, duduh
in a bright-lit carriage
duduh, duduh
to the rail’s song

Blurs of colour
Flash outside
windows fogged
on this rain-seeped ride

the universe narrows
the world grows dim
whirring wheels
trap souls within

a flickering orbit
each featureless face
eyes slip from this moment
of suspended space

blank eyes show no clue
souls masked from view
but each waiting shoe
unveils worlds about you

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Never Again...

There comes a point in a one-sided friendship where, despite the castle you tried to build, something dies.  We've probably all been on both sides of this poem... Sharing for Olive Garden this week. Please check out the other poems there today too!

never again

never again
she sighs
dousing fitfully
the smouldering
of friendship's false fortress

were there not others?
was she the only
 trying to stem
the ravenous mauling -
towering flames
watching the inferno
helplessly out  of  control

Or did she feed those fires?

the question
her empty bucket
 on the grey ash
of something

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Seeker

What do you seek?  I see so many, often women, seeking to find something to make them special, or beautiful.  We so often feel 'too much' and 'not enough' all at the same time... Real Toads this week is a challenge to celebrate the feminine, and whilst it is true that many of us struggle with the concepts in my poem, regardless of gender, I do wish to speak particularly to the ladies amongst us with this one... Please read here and then check out the other poets at Real Toads too.
Linking to dVerse to share my take on those concepts, so please read here and then read more at my favourite pub.  :D

The Seeker

She sees herself as a complex web of contradictions
desperate to dance beyond the mundane
seeing deeper, hearing whispered rhythms
woven through life’s song

She longs to walk the fringe of an aurora
Lit with their fire, wordlessly enraptured,
until she becomes sheer colour
woven beyond sight’s spectrum

She fears to share her most intricate thoughts
holding them close, cradled like newborn heads
as though they would snap-
woven on words’ unsteadiness,

If only she knew
the precious light she’s looking for
is not hidden in the moon’s insipid blotches
woven in the world’s earthbound echoes

It is shimmering there, unfurling in her heart.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

On the Street

I have missed my weekly visits to the pub at dVerse - I always enjoy the company there and the excellent verse. This is my drink of choice for this evening - but don't stop here:  there are many excellent brews waiting in the cool, comfortable interior of the bar.  Thanks, Hedgewitch, for hosting this evening!

On the Street

Her very being offends
Cheap perfume mingles with the
poison snaking from sneering lips
hatred glittering from coal-dark eyes
there just isn’t enough material
in that skirt –
there just isn’t enough respect
in her life
Don’t stop, in your smugly manicured self-absorption
don’t stop to ask why
don’t try to hear past the heavy-lidded obscenities
to listen to the soul of what she’s saying
don’t try to see past the heavily painted surface
to see the creature caged within

You might see someone you know -
You might see yourself.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Just a Fence

 This, my latest poem, is inspired by a gorgeous photo by a very talented and very dear friend, Shanyn Silinski, linked to Toads for their prompt this week.  The photo is after the poem (you will see why when you read it).  So, I hope you enjoy and then please skip back to Toads for some more great poems inspired by more of Shanyn's incredible photography.

I have also decided to link this to dVerse ONL this week - because this is quite different from my usual style and I would really appreciate some constructive feedback.  Thank you, fellow poets at dVerse! 

Just a fence

It’s just an old fence
Once straight posts
Leaning under the weight
Of time’s cold shoulder

Weeds straggling through
Knowing that eventually
They’ll smother
Once-taut wires

Does anyone see it?
Who cares as it rusts and loosens?
Do the cows thank it?

It encircles them tirelessly
Guarding them gently
From unnamed terrors in
Darkened forest paths
Sure, it has its uses,
But isn’t it ugly?
No.  Not at all.
Catch the Light
Gleaming on its faithful tresses
And its quiet beauty will ease your tired eyes
Its peace will speak comfort to your heart.

Poem Copyright Zoe Beringer

Photo Copyright Shanyn Silinski 

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


This is a poem I wrote before and have just tidied up.  I want to share this for a small group of close friends - because I think they will know this place. :)  I am linking to dVerse  for this one - because I think any time we get the chance to read many good poets, we should. :)   So grab your favourite beverage and come with me to somewhere rather special...


Through the woods
Into the night
Ghosting along in the pale moonlight
Silently stepping, calm and alone
Reaching a place only I can call home

Sighing soft breeze
Trees cleanse the air
Tall stately trunks of giants live here
My presence expected but calmly received
Greeted with murmurs of moon silvered leaves

Conversing caressing
Streams wander by
Dancing from translucent trees to the sky
Constantly moving, unchangingly still
Revealing, unearthing, my senses they fill

Purposefully wading
Unhurriedly deep
Aching intensity cool waters seep
Peering, awaiting soft surface flow
Searching, exploring reflections below
Communing softly
In watery bliss
Galaxies hidden in lake's soothing kiss
Eternal delights gently unfold
Sing in the moonlight of treasures untold

Complexities soothing
Untangling vines
Truth slowly sifting through layers of time
Alone in the starlight clasped in His hand
Lost in the soil of this pale silent land

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

With You

I want to share this for dVerse ONL.  It isn't one of my best poems, but it is one of my most earnest and deeply felt.  I have been blessed with an amazing friend - someone I can talk to about anything, but who also understands because of similar experiences and ways of thinking.  I wrote this for her...

With You

“There is a friend closer than a brother”
With my friend I have run on silken feet
Through the moonlit gaze of snow-kissed trees
Followed scents, winter’s stillness to greet

Together, loosed the coral of our hair
Swaying with the ocean’s lullaby
Dived as one to drink of untouched depths
Sung with joy the whale’s timeless cry

We’ve broken bonds that chained us to the earth
Communing through the silent stratosphere
Clung to understanding’s feathered vanes
Dared to seek the sun’s refining sear

And as we’ve wept from dark and twisted paths
Mingled tears have drawn us to the Light
So we wash the grime in rivers of Truth
See - her soul, like an opal, shimmers bright.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Streams of Thought

Do you ever have those moments of thought, perception and harmony that take you outside yourself?  This is how I describe them. :) I was reminded of this by the contrast of colours in this week's Magpie (Thanks Tess - I needed that reminder!). 
 This is something I also want to share for Open Link Night at dVerse I would love some constructive feedback, but I also have a desire to give this one a voice, so thank you, Natasha, for the encouragement to do just that! 

Streams of Thought

Silent stillness
Quiescent phrenic balm
Beneath the surface chatter
All is calm

Colours flicker
Swirling streams align
Auroral dance of consciousness
Shimmers beyond time

Complex laminae
Resounding from afar
Atomic vibrant thought-pulse
Streaming to the stars.

Strands entwining
Lightning static flash
Voltage shocks photonic fuse
Glorious cosmic lash.

Monday, January 30, 2012


I should probably call this poem a Reality Check.  I have needed one recently, and this poem, though I wrote it over a year ago, was exactly that reality check for me.  I am sharing this for Gooseberry Garden free (okay, I know that wasn't what you meant by free, but if we are free linking we might as well talk about freedom in the ultimate sense.... )  linking this week and I hope that you are uplifted by it too.  Please link back there for other poems for the spirit and soul...

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, that God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them....   Eph 2:10

Churning uneasiness, swirling fatigue
Can't see the light of the woods for the trees
Sorrowful aching, so much to learn
Far from the tightrope of balance I yearn

So into the garden I flee to the night
Seeking and searching, longing for light
Knowing that only my Lord has the key
That opens the gate to humility

Kneeling at His feet, in tear stained awe
Blindness removed leaving feelings so raw
Praying for mercy to wash clean my soul
Praying for courage to take up my role

Praying for those He has charged to my care
For wings to grow strong and sweep through the air
To soar with them, urge them to freedom's pure cry
Discovery's journey to sing through their sky.

Praying for Sonrise to dawn in our land
Reaching enlightenment, daring to stand
Echoing praise, reflecting His Light
Drawing our souls, torn free with delight.

Free to explore, free to succeed,
Free to be honest, free to achieve
Living wholeheartedly, joyously free
Reverently, exquisitely, uniquely as me.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Ice Age

Undercurrents - often they speak louder than the surface, at least they do to me.  I had almost forgotten how big a role they play - So thank you, Karin, at dVerse for reminding me for this week's interesting prompt.

  Ice Age

I suppose I should say
It is good to see you
But I can’t.
Your arms surround me
But don’t touch my heart
The warmth of your skin
Forms ice in my soul
As the glaciers creep
Slowly southward
With each unlooked for caress
The sun wanes
It’s feeble light flees
The dark winter
Of your embrace

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Night Rendezvous

A quick sketch of an idea for a painting of this experience
I love walking at night, particularly after it has been raining.  This night walk was particularly special and as such I really want to share it with the pub at dVerse open link night for this week, but it also seemed so appropriate for Gooseberry Garden's theme of 'new lives'.  Please, grab your favourite beverage, read here and  then head on over to the links for some wonderful poems and insights.

Night Rendezvous
Day’s tension fading, sure step will quicken
Farewell to the harsh glare of light
Rainstorm is passing, petrichor singing
Lemon gums perfume the night

Starlight is gleaming, a clean moon now waxing
The last clouds scurry away
Earth smiles, listening, timelessly soaking
Eve blooms from rain-cleansed day

Sheoaks are whistling, the path leading deeper
Away from the wide gravel drive
Lost leaves are sighing, caressing my footfall
Each sense intensely alive

A silhouette shimmers, forgotten oasis
Glimpsed on the night-darkened sand
Smiling, I greet him, with velvet he answers,
Blows softly and nuzzles my hand

He nibbles my sleeve, leans close in the darkness
My fingers melt into his mane
His scent fills my memory, echoes through decades
Sighing a timeless refrain

I am there, as a child, desperate for friendship
A subconscious search to be free
Strength, reassurance, gleams in his soft eye,
Waters the parched land I’d flee

I blink, pale moon pulls me back to the present
Her clarity pierces time’s hall
Risen as equal, grown from that lost child
Who died to that fierce inner call

In softening star glow, scented with damp soil
Companionable horse by my side
On moon’s bright ellipse my future seems poised
I am calm – no need now to hide

Communing in silence, horse satin, moon silver
The truth stands before me undressed
I see through those years, my loving Creator
Has wrought a new life that is blessed.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012


This prompt comes from Bluebell Books, whose kind invite to participate, I am thankful for.  I am also submitting this for dVerse.   Once you have read my offering, please link back to both these sites - there are some excellent works at both links.  So here, my first poem for 2012.
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Serenity curves her mouth softly
Joy whispers the rhythm to her feet
Rain chuckles as it kisses her eyelids
Traces the line of her nose
And brushes her lips
Glowing with sunlit promise

Thankfulness bursts from her heart in song
Making radiant her face, complete
in a swirling sea of isolated hearts
Who hide beneath their umbrella’d wings

The refreshing coolness of the rain
Seeps tantalisingly past their silent solitude.
In time, will they unfurl to its gentle call?

Wednesday, January 4, 2012



Hesitantly, hold a precious moment frozen
in time, softly cupped by frigid hands
Hoping today, time’s sands will shift.
But eventually, slight tremors 
cascading in alarm
make tenuous
the grasp


urgently as
the fragility of the
moment spirals out of
cringing apologetic fingers
sailing admirably on its final flight
irrevocably smashing on the implacable floor.

Some folk's hands are just too jittery
to trust with the good stuff.

I am sharing this one for dVerse's open link night.  Thanks again, for a great evening at the bar!

Thursday, December 29, 2011

A dream

I have been watching a favourite movie (Mamma Mia), listening to Abba's "I have a dream" and thinking about dreams.  Weaving waking and sleeping dreams together brought this, which I thought I would share for Poetry Palace's Poet's Rally Week 59, although it isn't Freeverse in form, it is somewhat free in subject. Enjoy, then hop on over to the rally for more fine verse.

A dream

I had a dream, a song to sing
A starving wolf who trusted me
Pursued by dogs to tear her throat
I lifted her to set her free

Safely borne by hidden breeze
On soul-taut strings in cool glade
Soaked in hues both rich and pure
Where thought could heal within the shade

Resting, growing in the warmth
Where each leaf shimmers in the sun
Kissed by clearest drops of hope
Alight with strength, soon she’ll run

Silken paws dance deftly through
Forgotten trails will heart's fire bring
Moonlight melts in the rainbow’d sun:
I have a dream, a song to sing.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011


This is  a piece I wrote a couple of years ago, but having had a really special Christmas this year, it called to mind the joy and thankfulness of this poem.  So, here is to everyone at  Gooseberry Garden, and dVerse, my two favourite poetic communities, as we stand poised on the brink of 2012....


Breeze sighing through golden wheat,
The paddock shimmering in the heat;
A horse's steady clop and the saddle's creak,
These are joyful whispers that I seek.

The sand's gentle squeak on my local shore,
The comforting tumble of the ocean's roar;
Laughter of my children as they splash and play,
These are joyful chants that warm my day.

The soothing tones of piano keys,
Caressing Celtic melodies;
Pure, clear voices in harmony,
All these, too, sing joy to me.

Magpie song, kookaburra's glee,
The call of the parrots in my gum tree;
The calming thrum of rain above,
Yet more of the joyful sounds I love.

My cat's purring warmth on my feet,
My husband's steady heart beat,
my sleepy children's goodnight calls,
These give me joy as each night falls.

But through each of these, in every note,
I hear the joy my Saviour wrote,
And deep within, I pause to sing
Reverent praise in awe to Him. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2011


This is the first year that my children have been old enough to anticipate Christmas but still young enough to have that delightful sense of wonder.  My daughter (5) in particular, is in such a state of excitement about life as a whole at the moment, that Christmas almost pales in comparison.  
I appreciate Hedgewitch's comments on Christmas at dVerse this week, and so this poem seemed appropriate to share. 


“Quick, come quickly!  Come and see! “
Joyfully, she calls to me,
Immersed in wonder, bathed in light,
Entwined in flutters of delight.
She scampers, dancing through the grass
Stooping,  laughing,  shooting past
And watching her, my heart expands
With love, as I reach for her hand.
Her smile lights up her face and eyes
As she unwraps each new surprise
Hidden in the earth and sky,
And catching clouds that pass her by.

I would love to hear your thoughts, and after you comment, please hop on over to dVerse to read some outstanding poetry.  Merry Christmas to you all - the kind of Christmas that is full of meaning, not just tinsel.