Poems by James Irvine

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Short stories, 3DPoetry, Poetpics, Photopoetry & philosophy by James Irvine

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March 12, 2019


Wet season approaches, new shoots soon turn green,

the Boab awakes from a peaceful Dry-season dream.


Droplets land on its branches, a breeze cools its trunk.

No other great tree, boasts such uniqueness or spunk.


Blackened is its bark, from man’s cane-grass firestorm,

Its branch forms a smile, as new baby Boabs are born.


There’s a local who’s resting, beneath its afternoon shade.

Natives struggle, while the life of a Boab appears made.


A storm signals the wet, as a flower sprouts into bloom.

Such beauty in the desert, is eye-candy for the moon.


Ornate flowers bear fruit, where proud nuts need not die,

a Tribal artist carves a story, about a snake and dragon fly.



  • By combining Poetry & a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.

  • A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY

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  • See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.

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