Stuck in the Mud

That day in the rain muddied in mind my heart beating faster than the torrents of time falling in line with my frustration A bow sliced screams from violin strings  a wagon wheel spinning aimlessly while it simultaneously sticks  in the mud of my mind  will you wait will you wait will you… wait as … Continue reading →

In My Garden

Time ceases in my garden In little spellbound moments like before the Bigfoot Grevillea unfurls its pink heel footprint curl for the inspection of native bees while somewhere in the bottlebrush a little strike thrush, strikes a tune and a pair of honeyeaters dance For DversePoets Quadrille: Poems of Place

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 →

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 →

Autumn Blues

It’s autumn It’s hot seasonal change denied a cool refrain that is sharp and detailed is smudged by rain, by humidity long grass hides the contours of garden and lawn squelching through the waterlogged wildness of my yard  I long for crisp, fresh, lines For dversepoets Quadrille: Fuzzy Frameworks

Understanding the Molly Enigma

It looks like Molly the magpie will go home. “Government bureaucracy gone mad” Was the collective, social media cry Tens of thousands voiced their fury Me…included, at the callous way of separating Two friends, a flurry of petitions signed By people all over the world, forcing change. Although we will never know the magpie’s view … Continue reading →

Underneath the Bridge

Time stretching hourglass of a second Elongating Coming to a pinch point— drops Splayed out Before my big toe Gone does not touch me Something in the way, something in the way Another tiny hourglass Stretching Echoes Rubber pressed— rit tat, rit tat, rit tat Linear reflections slipping— drops Missing me aha, something in the … Continue reading →

Robert

“Ah, I don’t know why they get me in here,” he said, as he eased himself into the chair next to me. Crooked, thin and frail, I thought even the slightest of breezes would blow him over. He hunched over, leaning on his cane and started laughing… “here I am again. What do they think … Continue reading →