Kookaburras laugh Into the darkening descent of day A moon waxing Her chest full of pressure And nowhere for it to go But into the sky And I take mine to the page To leverage the word And bend it into the shape of immense feeling But it’s a mugs game This poetry For every […]
That third last hour Between the world of night And the world of day I began writing poetry again I haven’t felt like sharing The things that bake between layers When I’m living You know Just walking through it But one day You look up And there is a thin crust Over the top of […]
Horizon turning Apricot to blue I want to grasp This moment Before the sun While the moon is still bright Already the stars Have left the sky And the tall gum tree behind Is becoming more defined Leaf by leaf We cannot hold time For it is inexorably marching toward forever And the only way […]
Firelight illuminates Shadows add depth We are the sum of both the seen And unseen Even to ourselves Self is blinded perhaps Most of all. What rises to the surface when heat is applied Reveals things more precious Than spent time Sitting in the warmth But without the heat I guess it’s a little obscure […]
Full moon Obscured by wind blown clouds I stand watching What shakes trees Rattles the sheets of iron on the roof Scatters my yoga mat Off the deck Unfurled like a tongue Stopped mid sentence It hits a wall I stretch taller My feet planted on the floor The clouds part My heart yawns and […]
Good morning It’s not about what’s done Or to be done Or what was done What’s done is done And it’s not life Life is being aware The simple meeting Eyes in the mirror Catching your breath Metacognition Why did I think that? Life is the invitation That strolls into your head Says Forget all […]
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Stack the firewood Kindling Paper Woosh Combustion is a warm red glow In a dark space With uneven outlines Each morning Igniting my heart Inducing the sweat Cedar lined womb Returning to the primordial realm Softening Beginning again And the words drift away behind me When I close the door And take my seat Becoming […]
A bird sings a song But it has a voice I think That’s a magpie calling But the bird Sings its words According to choice As do I Calling in my voice Of the sky and the sea In human dialect Familiar Strange And somewhere beneath Is me Poetry Cadence Rhythm And how we are […]
My Reveries journal published on a Saturday instead of Sunday because I have lost sight of what day it is in the soup of consciousness between Christmas and new year. In Australia this time is often marked by the murmur of cricket on the television in the background and a looping thought of what might […]
