Winter has found us
Autumn took a vacation
for a hint of Spring
A wind moves from off the snow
Hygge weekends with you and books
Richly Eccentric
He lives a Victorian aristocratic life in the 21st century; hunting, buying, and banging chics are his hobbies.
Frustrated with life at 26, he becomes an Influencer and a comedian.
In his glade, he made many life-size fish and chickens.
He ponders what to do next.
A Song
We speak in flowers
We gaze on life through art
We hear the rustle
of a song beginning to
play from a place we forgot
Jar of our Love
the jar of our love
when we met, the lid was sealed
then wheezing began
one day the lid blew skyward
you looked pale; I looked startled
To be a Prince
weighed down by duty
constrained by formality
you retreat from sight
contemplating the roses
gazing upon the free stars
Moonstruck by Shadows
Captivated by an aura
Movements in the moonlight
Sea shadows hypnotise
Feeling the sand consuming
Ghostly ships appear
Whispers from dead sailors
Sirens calling from the depths
She is moving closer
Calling out for answers
No one stirs in the moonlight
Tea
A coming to be
beginning understanding
sipping tea alone
The Door
You whispered unknown words
What has this land done to you?
A glimpse of something ancient
A presence, an evil resides here
Glimpses of the void, touched by the desert
The gift of sight and understanding scares you
A task too great
You enter the door
A Vision
A terrible heat
the desert covers our land
longing for raindrops
A vision of the sea comes
the feeling of a river
Today
A languid feeling persists,
yet I find the strength to arise from the couch.
Pain in places often unseen,
yet you wouldn’t know that I feel this way.
Longing to share my suffering,
yet I don’t want to burden others with illness.
Pretending I can have it all,
yet realising that often it is a struggle to live.
Taking all of the pain and suffering,
yet knowing that there is help along the way.
Something Extra
I had deroofing surgery in my left armpit on Friday, so everything has been up in the air.
Hidradenitis Suppurativa has been a part of my life since I was around 11, yet I didn’t get a proper diagnosis until my mid-30s.
I’m so pleased I found St Vincent’s Hospital Dermatology Unit in Melbourne; they’ve changed my life.
I’m sure I will find inspiration in some random happening or photograph, and I will be back to posting regularly soon.
C & K 