your beautiful fluidity
flowing through us
from below
light
from above
love
our love
and
our light
Love and Light
Category: Poetry
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.
Miniatures
You were locked in a constant word battle,
until she said, “Let’s paint miniatures together…“
The Bandwidth
Digital roads
lead you along.
No one said you would lose
part of your heart in the bandwidth.
The Violin
You play the violin as sad tears drip from the bow of horsehair you wield so well.
Strings hear the echoes of your many sorrows, as they become vibrations and sounds, to ripple along your ivory skin.
Memories of your lovers flow into the wood to haunt the players of your violin.
No Sugar
You said there was enough left when there was none.
I started on this journey, and now I can’t turn back.
Why did you do it? You know I am not the one to blame.
You push my buttons and make me so angry.
I’ll never understand why you said there’s
sugar when the bowl is empty.
Wild beauty
She challenges me to
climb her walls and
touch her many places.
I could spend a lifetime
moving and feeling
my way through her soul.
Her wild beauty keeps me
still, as I contemplate
the part of her wild whole.
She is the land, the oceans
and the sky, yet I am
the lover of this part of her.
Imaginary Drug
You’re like a drug when
I watch you on the screen.
You make me believe I
could fall in love with a block
of unkempt cheese.
Dude, how did you do it
to yourself and me?
Unattainable folks with cash
and bad haircuts,
but you’re a bit nonplussed.
My feet tingle as you hold
that piece of plastic in your
hand, but how old are you?
You’re fucking the cardboard box
of my life with a blunt knife,
yet I don’t care how you do it.
Continuing to undress in irony
or act like you are the ultimate corporation as you place your name on every plaque.
Whatever the case, Dude, you’ll be using a walker soon enough, and I’ll be wishing I’d said something nice to the lady down the road before she died from a pinprick.
Longing
I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch, thinking how much I would miss you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea;
I’m always longing to be close to you again.
White Elephant
You treated love like a possession.
Each love left you heartbroken.
Your broken heartbeats slow;
reduced to a white elephant.
C & K 