Time is short I have no patience for hand stitches Looping one after the other The same stitch Day after day Rather Tear up this tapestry woven life Patterns Become shrouds When they cease to expand Or change Why live for 75 years and call it a lifetime When each day Repeats the next Speaking […]
Busy thoughts tumbling Tastebuds blind to the coffee sluice Staring into the Abyss Mind taking notes All of this insanity Head bound intensity Sliced through By the sound of birdsong Warbling away Two magpies in the shade A sprinkler Is it dramatic to say They saved me From another gone by day Awareness and Grace […]
Questions Like knife marks on teenage skin Scars forming Where I asked the wrong things Yet I am endlessly curious So I will ask again Knowing That some answers will hurt me But the alternative Is ignorance Which is untenable To a mind that seeks Growth And “I” Isn’t nearly as important As it used […]
I used to think the point of poetry was capture Then I realised it was loss To empty And thereby Sink Closer to the source Getting rid of the extraneous Thought To find Where we all emerge from Purity Unabridged Unfiltered Unembellished Come as you are The bible said Apparently who we are Is the […]
Each morning arrives At the opening of eyes Or perhaps Just before it Thoughts already mounting up Watch them gather Disperse Searching for a deeper meaning Then calendars and “to do” lists Waiting for the noise to settle Into something non repetitive Fresh New So much of what we think We have already thought Turn […]
Does the roof sigh beneath the weight of snow Still, it does not give way The tree branch Laid low by rainwaters burden Still, it holds Steadfast Damp, heavy things are relieved By the suns rays And every new day Is a chance To melt again *how much easier it is to melt rather than […]
Marina Meira, a boudoir photographer from Brisbane appeared in Issue 5 (January) You can find her story and a link to the magazine on the Audacity blog (link below) https://audacitymagazine.online/?p=268
To ignore the things that don’t serve And collapse their shadows Formless to the ground They lay flat I walk on Leaving shadows where they belong On the ground *this year I’m focusing on what I want and what inspires me. Problems and behaviours that don’t serve me (in myself or others) are being ignored. […]
The ocean is a fluctuating Undulating mass Throwing humans about like toys We run to her Like she is our mother Salt stained skin Sandy crevices Seaweed tangles in my hair And I wonder How do I live without this All year? Cracking surf conditions…
I can’t see the difference Delineation Is so important I have things in me That belong to others Meanwhile huge chunks of my own territory have melted through And drifted away I’m in the middling Between one year and the next Full moon thirtieth In case I forget There is tidying Sorting A little solo […]
