This is delightful, imbued with a sense of wonder, of feeling, well,
"unbound"! I like the play on the word and its many forms.  More of that
strewn throughout, perhaps?
Terrie


> (for the poets from the Southland)
>
> Starlight Bound, Unbound in Oz
>
> Bound like stars by the Great Dividing,
> unbound like starfish in the Great Bight.
>
> Joyous abandonment bounds,
> boundless joy unbound.
>
> Rebound like kangaroos across the Darling,
> bound like koalas to eucalyptus.
>
> Stars arranged in perfect order,
> rays arrayed with precision.
>
> Are there fewer stars bound in the Southern sky?
> Or does the sky bind more in Northern climes?
>
> I am bound to this side of Cancer,
> I am bound to never see the Southland,
> to feel Victoria's hot wind,
> stand beneath Uluru and wonder what is at the top,
> understand a platypus,
> drink manhattans from an emu shell,
> on the north side of Mt. Cook,
> know I am homesick,
> bound to evergreens and rain.
>
> Starlight bound to night,
> night skies bind daylight.
>
> Unbound like swimmers on a Sydney beach,
> bound like swimmers from a croc's teeth.
>
> Oz poets bind me to their words;
> bound I am apt to wonder
> if per sq. km.,
> there are more poets unbound
> in the Southland
> than North.
>
> (the second swatch from the Upholstry shop where our workshop meets.  On
the
> front, stars in perfect rows against a dark green background, the reverse
> shows the tread binding the stars.)
> November with Janet from Oz at:
http://gardawg.homestead.com/homestead.html,
>
> Submissions: http://www.writershood.com/index.html
>
> Poets for Peace.  ¡Poemas sí, balas no!