After the creating
A poem about the artist returning to self after creating all day seen through the metaphor of the hawk.
Tag: love
Letting the sunshine in
We cannot give away, what we do not have inside. Let the kindness in, so we can carry this beautiful feeling and shine on others.
The listening mouth
A poem that asks how a writer can hold space for people to arrive at their discovery without explanation, honours presence and personal insight over the presumption to give advice, or explain anything.
Groove
The best choices are never planned The road taken often looks like the wrong one If I even bothered to use a map anymore Which I don’t The seat of my pants Is wise I made it so By falling back on it so often Gravity is easy Habit divine The trick is choosing the […]
Circle back
Who are you at 3am Sitting on the front step Staring into the darkness Lit by thousands of stars Perhaps a full moon (But not together They are sort of a one or the other Shine The stars fade when the moon is bright) Who are you then? At 3am As you sip coffee and […]
Cling
Fingertip By fingertip Hauling out of the ether I listen with only half an ear to the sounds of droplets plump with water Trickling down iron a laughing wet chuckle Slushing through the pipes Forming limpid lines Then dropping Plopping on concrete below Brief life over hardly born There are things that form Only to […]
The Sparrow
The concentration that is When I focus to submit Is utter freedom. To create from the two Is to be split into a thousand different opinions Judgement rises from self First And turns like Ouroboros To consume my own art Until there is nothing left But a hungry mouth That is never fed For art […]
Green and gold
There is a colour Between green and gold In the paddocks weighted down. Verdant grass with lush roots of spring growth heady with seed Green Turning Brown I tramp through the early morning light Watching the colours shift and sway One minute fresh One minute hay Thinking I feel a bit like that today
Reactionary
Jellyfish swim at the whim of the ocean tides They arrive on the beach Leaving people streaming out of the water Cursing jellyfish Who (you’ll recall) arrive at the whim of the ocean And die parched deaths High and dry Away from the tide That delivered them. Thoughts arise unbidden Create emotions that often need […]
Mute Enroute
Human I feel you Dancing along beside me Because I am also human With eyes that see The invisible web that weaves around us all and through Palpable Resonating Encountering trouble in one Turning to another Winged fingers unknotting The invisible ties that bind Unravelling the goodness which defines Nearly all Humans Our genuine desire […]