Chorus’s combine across the bush Cicada hiss, hiss, hiss through trees whose leaves whisper above the gurgling creek, alongside swishing grasses, and gentle wirrup, wirrup sounds deep within as little wren’s dive for cover, hiding from me, walking, blissfully, lost. A Currawong’s haunting call sounds as the noisy miner chirrups while splashing into the still, … Continue reading
Raspberry Icy Poles
Could I really bring back those times of raspberry red, icy pole smiles, that would melt on to the front porch tiles. When our faces, also just as red from the summer sun striking us down, as we squinted into the adventure of an afternoon, far beyond, sticky, front steps and the creaky garden gate. … Continue reading
The Man Who Speaks With the Ibis
The man who speaks with the ibis has no need for human trivialities he has a black, fluffy, if somewhat matted, cat who watches me as I walk by. The man hangs his washing out on the brisk autumn morning, he tills his garden during the day in the evening the ibis line up along … Continue reading
The Elephant Holding an Umbrella at the Station
The elephant stood proudly holding the umbrella high above his head trying to keep the rain off his ears. Passengers ran frantically from the wind and rain that pummelled in from the south. The elephant, however, shuffled his big feet and kept the umbrella high. Me, I couldn’t stop laughing. The umbrella wasn’t accomplishing anything. … Continue reading
The Iconic Australian Irony
Manes fly, stamped on silver a rearing, elegant coin collection unveiling your soulful spirit of wildness, and freedom, named for who you are the Iconic, Australian Brumby The toss of your head is poetry in motion Standing proud, the rhythm of your hooves sound the heartbeat of the high country You live in harmony with … Continue reading
Kamikazed
Friday night, Kamikaze Café playing at The Cure eyeliner, hair gel, red lipstick smiles bank girls, tequila slam into the am lemon tapdancing upon tongues lost in Friday fugue bypassing Saturday into Sunday— slightly blurred Righteous Monday always poking its head around the corner For Dversepoets Quadrille TGIF
In Vermillion Gazing at the Mountain
If my window framed mountains of green snowcapped and contoured by waterfalls after rain, I think I would fall into those mists and never look back to a city, or human noise. If the paint found canvas day in and out and the world passed by waving. I’d write my words, I’d splash my brush … Continue reading
Music Box of Memories
The music box lid lifted, and the old ballerina stole beauty from years ago dancing to my own soundtrack. It was there in the tinkling of classical and grunge I found my core For the music box, like the photograph box, remainded shut for years, keeping unwanted memories at bay There is a dance one … Continue reading
Bush Night Interlude
A gargling possum call made Elsie jump. “I think we should go home now.” “Shut up scaredy cat. It’s a possum. It won’t eat you.” “Yeah, well something else might,” Elsie said. “Like what? An angry Kangaroo?” Melissa asked, shining torchlight over the path. “Well, I don’t know Melissa, I’ve seen some pretty pissed off … Continue reading
Joyful Mist
A mist filled morning holds stationary bees, joyfully buzzing away over the yard like an army ready for attack orders, observing the layout of harvest ready pollens. The honeyeaters dive in, hiding their heads in blooms, flittering and fluttering, trumpeting orders in the bickering mist of morning. A joyful, noisy cacophony of “mine.” Lorikeets perch … Continue reading
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