Daily poem on daily poem
is a daisy chain
each little star
linked to the next
by sunburn.
rachel mcalpine 25122016 cc by-nc 2.0

Rock star family
daddy rose, mummy rose and little baby rose
flaunting celebrity blood
and posing
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0

My brain works
with grey shapes heaving
and words building, building.
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0

Blue shell of a sky
sitting upstairs like a sunhat
waiting for its poem
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0

Stone, rain, sea, hill —
they have their way, they have their say.
Wind has a goal, tree has a will.
Sing the ceiling of starlight and sunlight,
and sing the feeling of sandhill and tussock
and cloud, sky, wood, clay, world.
Work, watch, love, save.
Here is the time, now is the place.
See what we have, see what we’ve lost.
Sing the colours of thunder and sunrise,
and sing the shimmer of bellbird and blackbird
and moon, lake, tree, day, world.
Blue, gold, red, green
melt in our eyes, wake up the day,
mix up the night, violet and grey.
Sing the circle of trumpets and colours,
and sing the silver of dreamers and lovers,
and stone, rain, cloud, clay, world.
Dark, day, fire, hail.
Here is the time, now is the place.
They have their will, they have their way.
Sing the measure of solstice and winter,
and sing the seasons of stretching and waiting,
and sea, moon, rain, sand, world.
~ Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0
NOTE: “World” is one of 14 New Zealand poems in the song cycle Shaky Places.

You glisten
like that skinless
diving helmet
that bubble that pads
and isolates and listens
and lets other people
leap in, be wrong
or right
or different
that space
whispering
over the page
~ Rachel McAlpine (poem & photo of 3 birds) CC BY 2.0

Monstrous worms on tiptoe.
First time I see big bamboo
I have to touch.
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY, photo by MRHayata CC BY-SA
Cherry blossomA pink steam tickles your eyes.
You choose the petit mal
of petals and perfume.
photo of cherry blossom at Daigoji Temple by Ryuta Kawakami CC BY, poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY
The sternest man in town
is wearing lacy knickers
and smiling in his thighs.
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY
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Over the garden fence,
what floppiness of acid pink,
what tenderness of white hydrangeas!
—
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC ID, photo by Jan Smith CC ID