In death

Every soldier, once a child (family archive).
The lips are thin their colour grey
the hair is dull and lank
the skin is pallid
tugor at bay
the smell is fetid, rank
the wound is swollen
putrid, reddened
exposed are tissue and bone
what man lies here
dead and neglected?
what inspired him to roam?

the war that left him lying here
alone on hardened ground
did abandon him
as all wars will
to his silence amongst
the furious sound

what home did he leave?
what cause was his?
that left him so cold and pale
so far from where he began
so distant from a family’s wail
with no one to grieve his lost soul
with none to respectfully lay him deep

we will take him to yet another hole
we will bury him amongst the others
in yet another heap

Poetry days #15.

Alone

I never loved another
no other ever loved me
then how is it that I know love
and what it is that love should be
love is always on my mind
a want of love so kind
yet when I see others in love
it only serves to remind
me of my days alone
such a feeling of unease

should I ever bring love home
I’ll ever strive to please

Poetry days #14.

Doing #02

Eildon Pondage, Victoria.

If he, she or they can choose to do something pleasing or satisfying, it is quite likely that you can choose to do something pleasing or satisfying too.

Doing #01

Why watch virtual stuff when you could be out in the real world enjoying a real activity or applying your own creativity – and probably having more fun while you do?

Barber

Barber of Seville, South Melbourne, Victoria.
The Barber of Seville
has loops of hair
fit to kill
a mo to rival any other
and an affinity for
his longhaired brothers.

Photography days #20.

Oxygen

Victoria Lake, Maryborough, Victoria.

Friendship is like oxygen.

Photography days #18.

hero-maker

above the field the hero-maker
exercises leadership inspired
massing forces across the vale
with support in plenty provided

the gunsmiths make the guns
the gun-handlers pass weapons along
the gun-runners deliver them
to gunners firing on song

on the field the trap-maker
casts nets and snares wide
able-bodies and deft-hands ready
to relieve the fallen and retired

the charging-mob is subdued
by strategy and power
out-flanked and out-thought
they charge prop then cower

injector-darts hit each target
unconscious they drop and fall
collected quickly from the field
be-gathered one and all

each beast is agentle-laid
weighed and length measured
teeth and health are checked
body-secured then tethered

bio-tags are clipped to ears
before the waking beasts astir
safe-release is carefully planned
returned unharmed to where they were

across the remnant-wilderness
against disease and deceit
conservation-heroes monitor life
resisting extinction and defeat

Today’s dVerse prompt is from Bjorn to use “kennings” or new compound words to create meaning in a poem as a way to continue the evolution of language.

Poetry days #37

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Dreams

Alleyway dream “Imagine 2030, a Melbourne where no one sleeps on the streets.” Mural artist Adnate.
There is no defence
dreams will come
dreams will come
where there seems no reference
there will be some
there is some

think deep and wonder what
is a dream
a separate reality split at the seam
or a theme
streamed on moonbeams

telling a story
you might not have heard
guiding and reminding you
without literal word
you might get it wrong
you might get it right
paying attention to the night

because in dreams come the stories
whether happy or fraught
of the life we are living
significant or short

Poetry days #37.

Pokey

Gumby’s friend, Pokey.

Poetry #21.

Wheat

Wheat crop Nagambie, Victoria.
Millions of hectares and more
under the scorching sun
the ripening crop a massive store
of protein again begun
drying off yellowing
all one plant just one
finally ready for harvesting
ton after ton after ton

wheat rain heat
rain heat wheat
repeat

Poetry days #19.

My velvet declaration of love – the kiss

A love poem for my lovely wife. I should use the iPencil more often.

Poetry days #17.

Agitato

Tank, Longwood, Victoria.

Poetry days #17. I wrote this during covid and can’t remember if it ever went onto the blog. Apologies if you have read it before and were looking forward to something new.

Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band – The Beatles

The first song I remember on the radio went "yeah, yeah, yeah"
and I was hooked by The Beatles ever after
consequently I grew my hair, hair, hair
and started collecting their records with a passion
their sound, their humour, their fashion and flair
saw me seeking out everything about them
I kept stories and photographs in scrap books with care
each song, disc and artwork a gem

with Sgt Pepper came another cultural dare
vivid record store window displays everywhere
I would walk into the stores to simply stare
at the remarkable gatefold covers before me
the front was a collage of iconic people paired
with the centrefold image of musical royalty
the back was a lyric sheet with every song bared
the sleeve a psychedelic wave of pink glory
Sgt Pepper cardboard cutouts were such a fun share
and the concept all came together
in the music of this diverse alter ego so rare
that my musical interests exploded


Sgt Pepper anecdote note float
Being a child, I had no money to buy this masterpiece
the cover art alone had me longing for a copy
at least on the radio they let it play, play, play
I listened, listened, listened
every day, day, day

when money was finally raised, raised, raised
enough to make my purchase
I rushed to the record store
I rushed to my home
I removed the inner sleeve
I gently slid out the immaculate shiny black vinyl disc
I put the record on the turntable
I ever so carefully lowered the needle
I turned out the lights
I sat midway between the speakers
with the album cover on my lap
my head resting back
my eyes closed
and for the first time
I heard the whole album through
'Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band'
to 'A Day In the Life' ending with "Lucy Annie Allouette" (reversed tape repeating)
uninterrupted
floating high into this musical heaven created by musical gods
I was transported to a new world of artistic possibility
I praised, praised, praised

This week’s DVerse prompt is from Mish, Poetics: Inspired by Album Cover Art. I collect LPs as a hobby, so it was tough finding the right criteria for making a selection. But then I discovered I didn’t need to. The Sgt Pepper album cover is self selecting because it paved the way for everything wonderful that was to come. As much as I love all kinds of music and vinyl album art, it was The Beatles who paved the way for me.

Poetry Days #28

The Balconies

The Balconies in The Grampians, Victoria.
This ancient place
of an ancient race
is nature's gallery
viewed from a balcony

Photography days #16

Air Show #03

Photography days #15.

Prahran pool from the outside

Prahran public swimming pool.
They're swimming in the water
they're sunning on the bleachers
they're traditional old school
public pool
loving creatures

Photography days #14.

A shocking story

A shocking story, Central Park, Malvern.
Oh my God!
I never knew!
who would have thought,
they could do that to you?

Photography days #13.

Truth and beauty

A sign, Talllangatta.
Each night I met a truthful man who never told a lie
of the future did he speak
of what would come, by and by

I spoke to him of beauty of all the colours I did spy
of the art in human hands
of nature’s talk and saddening cry

we talked for many hours each eve until time came for us to leave
our evensong was together sung
for truth and beauty were as one

in truth humankind will wound the earth in ways terrifying and beautiful
in beauty nature will restore its worth
after humankind is stilled

Poetry days #13.

Dew

Strathbogie sunrise
I accept the dew of early morn as through golden hour I walk
the brittle sun of dawn is come
to break on every dewy stem and stalk
an ascending wave it pushes away nights waning mantle of grey
seeking out each shaded hollow where the sprites of night still play

as my feet dampen and my spirits rise with every step I take
i feel the joy inside of me stir peacefully to fully awake
the first touch of warmth upon my skin bodes well for another day
i turn my face to far horizon where sun breaks cover with glorious rays

vivid pinks and yellows dress the sky in resplendent heavenly garb
the first full shafts of light to pierce the dew delight with rainbowed prisms and shards
they brush the earth with tantalising grace promise of the day to come
I consider that prospect as I return to the place where I came from

my home upon the hill does beckon lit in tones of gold
breakfast awaits and children’s smiles call me back to the fold
as I return in new light I reflect on mornings journey through rising mist
toward embracing tasks ahead, now worry off my list
as mornings clarity prepares me for the next path
I am to tread
this moment of pure atmosphere also readies me
I am dewly led

Poetry days #12.

Wombolano

Wombolano walking track
A dreamy filter diffuses the sun
path, walking and sun all become one
the foliage the light the green and the gold
wombolano morning a sight to behold

Photography days #12.