I wish that my heart could speak And not my mouth It would say nothing. Instead, letting the silence expound until all of existence fell silent too Until all the cars stopped The sounds of machinery and labour stilled Until every clock on every wall and in all devices Ceased their infinite tick Until the […]
Simple is as simple does Such a simple thought and yet we love to convolute Expanding situations into troublesome affairs And wondering why no one understands that we just want simple Causing chaos and stirring up drama the interior turmoil spills over and burns someone who goes on to think we are an overly dramatic […]
The hooks where I hung my thoughts Now sit empty, paint is clean With light alighting delightfully all along and in between My eye runs unencumbered, from ceiling to floor Ambling along peacefully the length of the hall The leftover nails that hefted images every day Could now catch me as I walk past fast, […]
The sound of insects farewelling the sun Pink Indigo Star Moon
My heart soars in flight A hawk hovers high in the dying light Deadly she plummets Closing a curtain of sky behind her The sun bows low I turn for home My dog pants happily shuffling along Unaware of the sunset Or perhaps Without words to describe it he simply enjoys the sound of insects […]
Whenever life leans in Crushing Turmoil Strain Remember The dignity of the tall gum tree The ageless serenity of the gorge Cliffs of towering power The sheer beauty inherent in nature Enfolded in a flower Remember the songs of birds The sigh of wind Trees sifting energy Releasing it in leaves that fall to the […]
Crows glossy and clean in their blue black sheen Immaculate Inaccurate Given they have likely just bounced out of a carcass by the roadside An eyeball plucked effortlessly From a dead hares hairy face Which now stares sightlessly into broad blue outer space Yet they look so damn squeaky clean – those dapper shiny crows […]
Worry is a walk through the dry husks of overblown spring flowers Gathering burrs Gathering burrs I look down My socks are full Bristling with prickles that once were pretty Now they cling Biting my ankles And it is easy to think the burrs are the problem And not the surface, the sock the thinking […]
I thought I heard the patter Of rain on the roof Consciousness leaned forward towards it Eagerly waiting But it was just wishful thinking Fooling me again *dry beginning to spring. The smell of the earth, grass, as I run past it, you can feel the anticipation in the air. Warming, waking, yet still the […]
It is the tragedy of life That our self esteem is a wandering thing We think it firmly locked within And yet it sneaks out in the dead of night Tracks away into town Following the lights And music When morning comes, we wake bereft Wondering At the small shreds that are left tuckered out […]
