Contemplation

René Magritte, Homesickness (1940), oil on canvas Can a man spread his wings in the cacophony of living? a lion, reflecting upon the hustle jungle twisted with money leaves on a vine, strangling each freedom breath tired of the roar of more when less, feels lost beyond the vanishing point and the reach of lamplight does not … Continue reading →

To Love in Cats

My sketch version of a Louis Wain cat To love in cats etch, draw, paint each stroke a touch of memory in the here and now carried through heartbeat down each sinew to form on paper  a connection To love in cats give love a colour with wide-eyed wonder transcending the bleak reality it finds … Continue reading →

Mushroom Muse

As I chop mushrooms I’m struck by their white as snow perfection unlike wild, sepia tainted fungi, pops, whose celestial bodies burst with flaws, these are package perfect , mushrooms, fit for the consumer of the perfectly shaped, perfectly white, as snow, satisfying aesthetic. For dverse Quadrille: Let it Snow

Crystalised

I can sketch the lines of her in that last moment, crumpled etched like the roses dainty on the champagne flute petal strong on frail footings slipping easily from life a breath dissipated on the glass pencilled in my mind detailed framed and crystalised © Dianne Turner 2023 For dverse poets Quadrille

Some Place Cooler

The storms came, after the wind peppered days, left crisped and tossed leaves, over my sunburnt yard. The air held onto the moisture, like an unforgiving prize, but when the storms came, the disappointed rain, lacked vigour. The sky grumbled, the lightning dazzled, but the air, the air, held tight to its prize. Intent on … Continue reading →

Falling

Falling, can be as soft as a leaf  floating to the ground  where it is dried and crushed  by footfall  falling is like a dandelion seed  drifting  until a lull in a breeze  forces a landing just a silent howl reaching the vanishing point Poetry and photography © 2023 Dianne Turner This was a snippet … Continue reading →

Simply, Yes

Yes, is a simple agreement to unify Yes, to forging stronger connections Yes, to working together and moving forward instead of looming in the darkness of the past Yes, to hope, love and respect Yes, not to live under just a guise, of caring Yes, to being proud that we could shake off our fears … Continue reading →

Butcher Bird Question

Butcher Bird “Whatcha gonna do now? Whatcha gonna do now?” The butcher bird sang melodically, bouncing along the rail “whatcha gonna do now? Whatcha gonna do now?” He asked more emphatically as he fluttered around my yard. “I don’t know,” I answered. I didn’t know. What does one do, when all you felt like doing … Continue reading →

Star Seeds

Star Seeds Oh, to think originally, we came from a seed. Expelled into the universe from an exploding star. From some galaxy far, far away Like a dandelion blown on the breeze Drifting on solar winds Dancing in the void Swirling through black holes Until a gravitational pull force it to land where it did, … Continue reading →

Stillness in Birdsong

My video on youtube for this poem. Stillness in Birdsong Sitting in a moment Delicate with the sound of birdsong Beside the oasis of a billabong The waters are so still, Gently, holding the reflection of trees Somewhere a growl…I search… a bunyip…maybe? No…above where I sit, a kookaburra. His gentle warning to the Pale … Continue reading →