Whispers on the wind
a stall calls me, come over
The Clairvoyant smiles
Category: Poetry
A Lith Moment
A moment in Lith
You behind the camera
emptiness in front
Sombre music plays
within your mind as you click
wars outside rage on
Photographic storytelling
shadows and ghosts
one of the forgotten places
Wintry Feels
Grey moss-covered day
the chilly aer touches me
Green wintry feels come
The Vine
Melting frost, Sunny
the vine curls towards the sun
Dew drops are falling
The Plastic Bags
Plastic bags
from Coles and Woolies
hidden away
in the laundry cupboard
Destined to be
tiny garbage bin liners
holding waste
in the cramped landfill
Cries from below
millions of unloved bags
lingering onwards
decomposing so slowly
The Idealist
An idealist
laughter from the Neo-liberals
A commodity
in a society obsessed with cash
The clock
ticks laughter as the desk shrinks
Ideas fade
under the crushing weight of living
My poetry
self-censoring in exchange for cash
High Tide
The moon cast her light
a grumpy sea ignored her
The high tide begins
Rain Reverie
Sounds in the office
our leader points to a graph
Reverie of sound
Out there feeling the raindrops
Listening to the whispers
The Fence
Unkempt grass and weeds
the gothic fence stays hidden
Ghosts of flowers sway
Under the Stars
the moonlit garden
cupping a handful of stars
sitting on the lounge
C & K 