Soft still snow-covered streets
sit still waiting for paw prints.
Soft still snow-covered night
stays still and dark until light.
Soft still snow-covered trees
stand still watching paw prints.
A Hole in the Brick Wall
Walking towards work; dreaming about being rich, staying in bed, champers for breakfast, bending our legs together, and trying out the waffle maker.
Reality floods back and I realise my skirt is too tight; the Covid Spread, like a Biscoff addiction, gone wrong, has me in its hold.
Walking down the ally towards the office, noticing the Passion Pop bottles placed randomly near the old broken door, and feeling university nostalgia coming on like an awkward chance meeting.
Turning back, I see the brick wall, and a door leading to more bricks, pipes, a hidy hole for one. A cat passes over there looking for food in the bins, and I feel sad; humans shit me sometimes.
Standing in an ally, hoping no cars come by to take me from my thoughts, and staring into the magical Dandewrong wall portal, hoping it will take me to another dimension; away from the grind.
Nothing happens. It is a hole in the wall, and nothing more. Then I look again and think this is only a reminder of the crumbling history we once knew. Crumbling history before our eyes, as this place becomes something else.
Brokenness
Brokenness,
bleeding from files stacked battered,
bruised and
banded together with six-minute increments.
Blossoming,
beautiful flowers blooming from outside;
bright and
benign, together they beckon and call to me.
Brokenness,
bleeding scent from the battered files,
burning and
blowing away from my desk on the wind.
Strategy
Strategy on the wind
too much thinking about ideas
she imagines
the leaves on the trees
turning into chess pieces
Shapes replace the rapidly
moving leaves
falling or blowing away
So many shapes
falling and moving
Strategy on the
ground and the wind
Emotions
Emotions take hold
a sense of things coming together
Embracing fate
Emotions betrayed
an inability to hold on to formality
Eyes well up, run
Emotions in motion
a meeting of two on the verge of one
Everything we want
Our Home
Flying to no man’s land,
we fly along an endless road,
flying towards another place.
Fear of the world around us,
we fear what humans don’t understand;
fear of another death too soon.
Flowing water reminds us of the sea,
we fly towards our only home;
flowing seawater, a lighthouse, quiet.
Free to feel no fear,
we fly no more as we find our home;
free to be vampires once more.
Too much Summer
Too much sun,
not enough shade.
Flowers in bloom,
too many colours.
Too much light,
not enough darkness.
Birds sing and dance,
too many songs.
Too much Summer,
not enough Winter
to take my heart,
make it cold,
feel the chill,
the Autumn feel.
Bird Song
Alone from afar
A voice like a reminder
A song from afar
Lost & Found
We are lost,
roaming in a vast sea.
We are lost,
running from our dreams.
We are lost,
regretting words never said.
Found are we,
raising a glass to fate.
Found are we,
releasing unwanted feelings.
Found are we,
realising love never fails.
A Stitch
One becomes Two,
Two becomes Four,
Four becomes Six,
Six becomes Eight;
So on and so forth, they came
and they multiplied: uninvited.
One foot in front of the other;
feet walking
faster and faster in the fog.
So long ago youth seemed,
it may have been a dream;
panting and gasping for air.
C & K 