La pioggia stilla The rain drips|trickles … La pioggia scivola The rain slides|glides … La pioggia cade lieve The rain falls softly …. La pioggia sussurra The rain whispers … La pioggia sussurra alla finestra The rain whispers at the window Ahhhhh Vivi nella bellezza Live in beauty … I’m learning Italian. My mind is […]
If I take this story in my hands It is less than perfect The steps that get us to where we are Are rarely beautiful They look quirky Different lengths Patterns Some will leave splinters in your hands As a warning Don’t do that again Behind every masterpiece Is a dumpster Full of rubbish But […]
The wind gusts strongly Kicks up leaves, eddies emotion Shut the door Seal the gaps Become still Writing is a storm It stirs chattering words Thoughts, mentally charged Rise to the surface And swirl To reinstate calm I choose to Silence the words Contain the thoughts that swirl Command the wind to calm Emotions fall […]
The aril of my heart is thicker than I bargained Compromise is a thing that grows in the absence of faith Not everything is magic And running of a cliff and thinking I can fly would be silly But then how did the first pilot imagine he would ever become airborne? Revving and bumping down […]
Outside the sky is polished silver Thunder ripples Sky gongs bonged to call distraction to attention My brain is grinding words slowly Granular meaning, awkwardly applied The plumbing is rusty from lack of flow Many are discarded Few make the cut My dog jerks at another roll of thunder I murmur words of distracted comfort […]
Uncertainty Is the crunch of tin foil on the fillings in my teeth Yet I cannot spit The only way is through For now I must chew On all these ineffable feelings My skin wants to shrink Instead it must expand Giving way to all of this unnerving swell Giving it room Delivering myself Unto […]
Why are you writing this Or that Or anything? I write what I need to hear I ask questions And then wait for the reply to appear That’s how it began and that’s how it continues I guess. It’s a system, a process that works. Header photo – old falling down pub Wyandra Qld. More […]
A word After a word After a word With each adding depth to the meaning Of the one which came before it As few as possible Not necessarily beautiful But true That is how things should be written Not The magnificence of the omnipresent moment adds splendid divulgence to the optical illusion that we are […]
Poetry is the untangling of the mind To a writer At first it is difficult Frustrating And you will mutter things like I hate bloody poetry But as the knots unwind Finally The lights come out to shine Blinking on and off Rhythmically After that It’s a daily thing Of course it becomes easier But […]
And the words come to greet me Yet I cannot write them down I am scared of what they reveal Even as I refuse They wait Stagnating at the front of my mind The back of my throat The tip of tongue They block everything Until no further words come Arising From wherever words spring […]
