poetry – Page 9

Early Spring

Hoping for the rain
Saying goodbye to Winter
Sneezes replace speech

a tempting solace
watching the way the birds dance
in the backyard grass

The trap was hidden
once in love with ideas
driven to succeed

I paid with my time
dreaming of billable hours
lost in the targets

competing for space
pungent air in open plan
bitchiness on tap

holding myself close
fear of losing my income
health aligns with fate

walking away

drums from the forest
Nature’s bass is low and deep
ancient vibrations
The humans from long ago
Their spirits fill the forest

the sun went on holiday
Birds sleep, dreaming about singing
you want to watch the reels

Monday will come too soon
cleaning and the bullshit can wait
I want to feel Vellichor

we come to an agreement
You stay put in your happy chair
coffee and books for me

Forgotten in Fog
Feeling the weight of your world
Floating towards sky

NOTES

A pre-Friday workday, car-sitting, fog-enshrouded haiku.

Some days I sit in my car and wonder what the fuck I’m doing with my life, and then I realise I need to work.

The weight of it all lifts when I drown in the largest coffee I can find.

All is well until it is not. I keep placing one foot in front of the other.

there is no peace
for my racing mind
all I wish to read

peace is an idea
dangerous to most
anti-consumer

a precious peace
blessed to sit within
the soft stillness

peace follows me
my conscience
echoes of horror

A fool I have been
Lost in my head again

Dreaming of fictional people
And then, I remember only you.

a Spring Barbeque
one squeeze of the sauce bottle
a gust of wind comes
the salad bowl overturns
the sauced-up sausage takes flight

No coffee today
driving with an attitude
swearing and yelling
strutting a frown down the street
He smiles at her masala