A passenger.
A splash of organised colour
far off
behind closed, eerie fences.
A feeling.
A splash of purple flowers
sitting still,
lonely, isolated, and alone.
A memory.
Mum’s window sill, so far away
where the
African Violet sits near the curtain.
Category: Poetry
Vivid Alps
A memory,
climbing in cable cars.
Layers of mountains,
rising to the sky.
At the top, we arrived,
standing on the snow.
You felt sick too soon,
I wanted to stay awhile.
Goodbye to the sky and
snow descending below.
Longing to go back,
stay a while at the top;
Sit with you and watch the snow
falling on the Klein Matterhorn.
Dying Leaves
Dancing rubiginous leaves,
moving towards their death;
a colourful display of life.
We step amongst the leaves,
along the Melbourne streets.
Wishing we were also the leaves,
dancing without any inhibitions;
Knowing that life is too short.
Birds
Tall trees hide many birds
as we walk into the forest.
Unfamiliar birds gossiping
puts our quiet time to rest.
Onward we go dreaming;
wishes for the old times.
We spread out rugs, food;
looking up, down, around.
A bird pounces. One, two,
four, bread slices disappear.
Another bird pounces softly;
fruit pieces are vanishing.
We nibble on what is left,
photographing the birds.
Leaf meets Face
Leaves turn red, yellow and brown;
fluttering in the Autumn winds.
A leaf moves from the Petiole
on the wind,
and collides with your face.
Dry leaf feelings on your skin
reminding you that nature is true.
There are no sunshine feelings between
the leaf and skin, yet you take the leaf,
put it between the pages of your book,
and take it home.
Leaves dying on their leaf stalks,
floating off, they move freely in the wind
more alive now the air has captured them,
to take them on an adventure.
Kintsugi Heart
Something of the seawater flows through
the human sitting on the chair writing.
Something of sadness flows through the
seawater as your arteries unclog and flow
clean again after so many lost loved ones.
Shimmering colours of the sea move before
you, filling your empty places and making
you whole until you no longer have cracks.
More beautiful than before, you
have been touched by Kintsugi.
Flaws once a burden to you become your
beauty and set you apart from the others.
Aurora Lights
Lights play tricks on my eyes.
Tired, I see colours and shapes.
Your moon has gone from the sky,
leaving only the stars to haunt me.
I wait for your moon to return
in the silence of cold nights sleeping,
dreaming of piano keys playing a song
as we spin wildly around a Chateau
with no furniture to obstruct our moves.
The lights play tricks on my eyes.
Tired, I thought I saw you in the corner.
A Garden Decision
Silenced in the garden from all the
things they could have said yet didn’t.
A reluctance to accept his proposal left
everyone in the sunshine except for her –
she felt the jitters of no love
and
the pain of forced marriage.
Far off, where the land meets the sky, the colours
of what is correct will be waiting.
They cannot be seen by her eyes, for her vision is
clouded by the swirling feelings.
Perceptions of what is real and what is fake
flash fast before or behind her soft eyes.
A call from him jolts her into the present,
as a decision must be made or never
spoken of in hushed or screamed tones.
Looking at the place where the sky meets land,
she sees the colours that matter to her the most;
The colours of something completely different.
So she walks in the opposite direction from
the garden in haste without speaking a word.
To run is the coward’s way,
yet to fight for love requires a clean break
from this garden she loved so much as a child;
she must run so fast,
as the wind moves her onward to disappear.
Loss
Cluttered and bundled in the snow,
so still, as the effects of defeat set in.
Take from you only yesterday,
yet it’s been more than a year.
Sweet faces appear behind your eyes
to haunt your day and night dreams.
Cracks start to appear within you,
as your heart begins to break apart.
The person of all those years ended sharply,
now replaced by something very different.
Alone in the snow, you slowly rise to feel
the weight of the wild wind altering you.
Different now, you walk from the woods
back to that home, now yours for good.
Their cries won’t bring your heart back
for it has turned
to something colder than snow –
Ice.
Sea Sunrise
I’m standing on the shore
toeing seashells and sand.
Sipping sweet milky tea
and remembering
Shells,
Mum,
Things.
Stormy skies seem so far away,
while the salty surface is calm.
Soft sounds of winter speak through
shy wavelets as they move closer.
Something cute breaks the surface,
many little bubbles begin to show.
Soft hues of grey, pink and blue,
they come from the dark cold.
Sunrise presents a pastel watercolour,
Showing us another day to live a life.
C & K 