Sitting naked,
boobs fall on sticky skin.
Sipping on tea,
butt cheeks feel warm.
Spa foot bath,
tingling all the way up.
Serenity music,
opium incense cloudy.
So tranquil,
feeling fat and flabby.
Category: Australia
Wild Rain
I wrote this one yesterday.
We have experienced Winter in Spring.
It’s lovely, as the rain is everywhere at the moment, yet the thought of Summer makes me wish for more rain and cold weather.
A rain cloud kind of wild day
Petrichor blew away by the wind
The wild rain calling outside
Placing my empty porcelain cup
The inside smells cannot win
Walking outside to feel the wild rain
Southern Sea
Your heart yearns for the sea.
Sitting in your office, you drift towards the southern saltwater.
Lost in the south sea, you drift unnoticed and unafraid of what may become of you.
You float on the waves, the sun begins to set, and you think of nothing.
Bonfire
We stand around the bonfire,
listening to fire crackling wood,
as ash and embers touch the sand.
We think of magical tridents on fire,
as we think of Poseidon and the sea.
Summer Lovin’
sweet acidic grapefruit juice splashes
squeaky thongs on the kitchen floor
summertime lovin’ in the suburbs
Sea Days
Chirping as her chics move and splash about the shallows.
Crabs take their young for a salty dip or a crunchy nip.
Bluebottle jellyfish stranded on the sand feel the sun.
Shells move as the hidden ones hide from the noise.
Shelly bounces in the saltwater to find a colourful shell.
She sees a cute creature, pounces and misses.
Silliness takes over as she leaves tiptoe footprints in the sand.
Haiku: Disingenuous Sky
clouds betray our eyes
for we see blue, grey and white,
yet the dry land burns
Australien Sun
Sometimes, when she sits on the step, she thinks about places and how they connect us to memories, as does music and scent.
Her mind drifts back to the cool water of Nelson Bay and the pretty lighthouse on the hill; Connected to her sister deep in thought.
Thoughts of grey days with coffee on every corner, a European feel, and a charm only Melbourne emits; Connected to her childhood home.
Thinking about younger days with a hammer for macadamia nuts and corkscrews for coconut eyes in Mareeba; Connected to her origins.
The memories play behind her eyes as she looks at the red dirt full of cracks under the Australien sun.
C & K 