Through misty rain,
in the grey light of day,
I see you clearly.
Tag: poet
The Coming of Winter
Teapot Face
Fucking angry.
Idle teapots hold the answer.
Hand in, punch out;
teapot face.
The Woods
Whispers from the woods
Whispering, ‘Come and play.’
Waking from a slumber,
setting out on an adventure.
While many feet move, the
woods hold still waiting.
When she enters the woods,
there are no feelings of malice.
Walking along to a song
she has never heard before.
Whispering sounds calm her
footsteps as they quicken.
Wise and tall, the old one stands
looking at her like her mum.
Wondering, she moves closer,
as the tree comes to life.
Windless leaves seem lifeless,
yet there is magic all around.
Walking through the entrance,
another world awaits
and the leaves of the old
world rustle and wave.
A Jazzy Night
Distorted vision
a glass of whiskey turned into many
High on the lights
elated by the buzz and the roar of tonight
Dancing with somebody
then wildly dancing with somebody else
Ascending into the morning
taken by the manic vibrations and those eyes
The Flame Tree
We bake in our car
as we drive to Far North Queensland.
The changing landscape
seems to move and breathe with us.
An Illawarra Flame Tree
reminds us of an Australian song.
We stop for a while
to feel the way the wind moves
and
to see the Flame Tree burning.
Susurrous sounds of longing
move through this ancient landscape
and
we take a photograph to remember.
I will & I do
If you are not there,
I will wait for you with a tea cosy on my head
and
seawater beating through my heart,
for you wouldn’t want me any other way,
and
I do not want to be any other way.
Style
A clash of style,
decorating individually,
the house looks confused.
A Mini Love Song
My love for you is brave,
for I’ve loved you for so long.
I’ve loved you for so long,
I’ve loved you for so long.
My love for you will save
all your troubles with a song.
In Pieces
Thinking about her bird’s nest gone wrong,
blowing in the breeze.
Thinking about how she loved that one
dress I hated; the vex dress.
Thinking of her and how sad she was
when the washing machine chewed up
the dress.
Then finding out I did it.
She left me alone in pieces.
C & K 