Poetry – Page 3

Turning away from Nature

The last of the trees
endorsed by a rubber stamp
No cares for the rain
dust and a worsening drought
Children playing politics

the flame reflection
caught by your grey almond eyes
emotions waiver
the candle flame catches your heart
unable to turn away

My overcast hair
a shock in a youthful world
Clutching the kettle
Melbourians stare at me
An invisible kettle

Gavel fantasies
robed, wigged, and omnipresent
Winning arguments
The reality of law
a blessing to mediate

Crying for your treats
no favour with the kitchen
The chef is busy
loud garrulous explosions
Entreat me with little treats

Strings from the branches
Different cheeses from each string
The Crackers await
We partake in the cheese fest
Cats fight for tasty

Golden flecks of light
between the light and shadow
Finding love for me
The stars surpass their beauty
As the clouds move to the sea

travelling to and from
this super commuting life
longing to see you
in a moment on the train
Assure me work is worth it

A man stands by the sea,
looking at the lived years.

Soft twilight contemplation,
knowing the end is close.

The horrors he committed
are etched into orange skin.

His black tar beating heart,
little blood left in his veins.

All he longs for is to cement
his legacy with destruction.

Lofty green-stained cliffs
rising up from the cold sea
Wind-swept and Foggy
A bonny girl calls the sea
Bring a man full of rare moss