She was a quiet beauty Her voice soft like the shine of her hair Her dark eyes would shyly Peer through her staggered fringe She would smile I loved her hair, so straight and thick Upside down steps Lining her face To her fringe It was “Cure” cool back then…and I could but … Continue reading »
Despite it all…Life is
Wind dusts the feathers Of an egret standing alone Upright, stretched against life He is the highlight against a growing world A breath against the dead angst Of a withering mangrove Rotting Listening for the unheard screams Of a promise lost at birth He spies a fish floundering Stretches forth with a steady … Continue reading »
Sailing Paths
I spied the sail boat seemingly content to be fixed in cement surreally cast adrift to become a captured statue flattened tattooed for infinity upon the path a chance construct of leaves an artistic dalliance executed by wind, gravity and a life cycle come to an end a fossilised dream sailing off into … Continue reading »
Knick Off…I Ain’t Playing!
It’s tempting to succumb and let it have the power to define me to become a prisoner in its jail of illusions let the devil hold me down with nightmares opt out and believe the lies live in fear of the despair and anxiety but I’ve beaten it off before one episode at a … Continue reading »
Unsettled Day
As I drive over the bridge, Vincent clouds swirl high folding in over each other and building themselves up to reach the heavens, far above the blue sky dark clouds surround, closing in, as the sun shelves its ideas for another time, for the rain has its own game to play, drawing its dark … Continue reading »
The Bunyip Song
In dark waters of mossy murk Is where it is said, the bunyip lurk Silently waiting to go berserk Don’t linger long By that cold billabong Where the paper barks lean Into waters so mean For a man will walk away, only a shell And go on living, his own private hell He’ll eat your … Continue reading »
Muriel’s Momentary Design Malfunction
For Kellie Elmore’s word bank: lazy – rain – perspective – glint – somber – trinket – static http://kellieelmore.com/2013/05/03/fwf-free-write-friday-word-bank-6/ It dawned on Muriel so suddenly that her life was a trinket, a surreal ornamental charade. Her own design, labelled Muriel. It was in the way she walked, talked and in her manicured perspectives … Continue reading »
Mending
Women often sit alone on the waterfront staring across the liquid glass toward the vanishing point where their space hovers believing it will fill with answers they’re quiet, motionless like the heron watching…waiting their hair lifting in the breeze their faces still as if on the verge of an utterance wondering how yesterday could have … Continue reading »
Accidental Hoon
I did another 360 on the roundabout yesterday And I don’t mean just driving around it I mean front end stationary back end swing SCREEEEECH!!! Just smell that burning rubber Perfect!!! Not that I have any idea how it happens… But I figure it has something to do with that first drizzle of … Continue reading »
Wings
For Kellie Ellmore’s Free write Friday prompt “I couldnae stop im,” Mrs McIver said breathlessly to her husband. “all I told im was get outta yer bed and feed them chickens, I was busy cleaning and when I heard the commotion…well he was off…I couldnae catch im.” Reverend Mc Iver patted his wife’s shoulder. … Continue reading »
