still life in the bush

I love the way this dead eucalypt branch creeps out of the surrounding foliage, Strathbogie Tableland, Victoria.
sometimes an image strikes you
before you even take it
still life in the bush
make it!

Photography days #32.

Look Pa

A granddaughter, a play space and tan bark, Carlton Gardens, Carlton, Victoria
"Look Pa!" and I look
a hand an eye
a playground nook
and I smile
that's all it took
another image
for my photo book

Photography days #31.

Tableland walking

Boundary Hill Road, Strathbogie Tableland, Victoria.
Walking Boundary Hill Road in dappled sun
from the Mannas and Blue Gums lining the run
the trees are magnificent and so is the landscape
when you are walking here the feeling is great

Photography days #30.

Message to the writers

Do not become a writer
because there is so much to say
there are so many people saying it
tongues never in the way

do not become a writer
everything has been said
by children in their mother's arms
by lords and ladies lying dead

do not become a writer
calm the words falling from your head
distribute them elsewhere
into conversation instead

do not become a writer
the research will drive you crazy
and when you aren't doing it
you'll be calling yourself lazy

do not become a writer
the work that is written down
may well be your epitaph
when the regime comes to town

do not become a writer
tortured by your words
never enough to say the things
you always wanted read

do not become a writer
your partner will claim rights
to the lost hours of writing
to the sitting up at nights

do not become a writer
your opinion will be your end
mouth of ashes words and clashes
an addiction to pressing send

do not become a writer
no one will ever publish you
they'll only say to your face
just to yourself be true

Poetry days #36

blue-tongued

Highlands blotched blue-tongued lizard, Strathbogie Tableland, Victoria.
this shedding Blue-tongued lizard
discards its skin
to reveal anew
the true colours within

Photography days #29.

Black swan, Earlston

Swamp, Earlston, Victoria.
black swan glides smoothly by
ancient red gums standing high
take a breath let out a sigh
enjoy the moment no asking why

Photography days #28.

On Poetry

Hold those words as one beloved 
hold them close to your chest and let time slip
step outside time as one embraced
in the arms of poems that hold you in their grip
be taken to that strange dimension
where all is compressed and distilled
into new forms of truth turned this way and that
by the bent of the poet’s will
reminded of who we truly are
by words that by being will never lie
weep laugh and gasp in that suspension of time
being far from everywhere yet ever closer by

with thanks to Marcella Polain (Ed) Australian Poetry Anthology Volume 11, Foreword II, Australian Poetry Ltd. 2024

Poetry days #

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Young Lovers

Secretly 
we meet as separate, boy and girl
but take each other’s hand for company
and together in our own world
forget
their world which has split us, violently
we tarry a while, for our regret
is felt both deeply and silently

to give up our child before our prime
when all we wanted was decency
all we needed was more time
to be a family and only
to be with each other as three together
instead of separate and lonely

Poetry days #34.

Autumn haiku 2 for #01 (variations)

Japanese maple leaf on Sulphur crested cockatoo feather, Strathbogie Tableland, Victoria.
Fallen maple leaf
Colour faded to dull brown
Winter is coming

Fallen maple leaf
Together we fall to ground
Winter is coming

Poetry days #33.

Nobody

Everybody is nobody
did you know?
nobody is everybody
in the end
with nothing to show

Poetry days #32.

Spotted pardalote

A Spotted pardalote, Hughes Creek, Ruffy Tableland, Victoria.
This pardalote resides near the ground
a nest, burrow or embankment
"sleep dee dee" is its call
a sighting generates excitement

Photography days #27.

East

Lake Hume, Tallangatta, Victoria.
A vivid sun rose from the east
it offered me a good day
my withered body sought solace
in what was promised in that way
I rose to greet and meet the sun
looking forward to its promise
my creaking bones and stiffened joints arose
with only a little grimace
I followed the sun throughout the day
from sunroom to verandah
seeking light absorbing heat
with more vigour and more candour
no pain relief was necessary as the day progressed
I calmly bathed in soaking sun
therapy at its best
I gave thanks for another day
of appreciating the sun
its warmth and illumination of the world
was delightful to this one
as sick as I may be
every coming day
I return to partial health
as the sun rays
wash themselves over me
with their golden wealth
and so the night too
looks a little less grim
as the suns light fades and the evening chill
slowly settles in
I wrap myself in a blanket
I sip hot tea and sit
by a warming fire never the sun
but I take what I can get
as the aches return the cramps begin
I look forward to tomorrow
and to the east I’ll turn my gaze
hoping for a little more sun to borrow

Poetry Days #31.

Witness

Fewer Koalas visit us these days, Strathbogie Tableland, Victoria.
We witness their leaving like smoke in the wind
the wildlife departure impossible to rescind
following First Nations people out of the bush
into memory alone at an increasing rush
when we came here there were many koalas just 16 years ago
now their sighting is uncommon as they falter and go
and the freshwater crays I haven’t seen for five years
the metal blue of their backs absent - extinction fears
there once was a blackfish but it also is gone
from the spring creek below us it once called home
and the robins are fewer where they once dominated
the platypus just hanging on from being eradicated
I’m sure the list is much longer but what more can one do
than try to protect what is left sheltered in a zoo
more people and cars, disease, cats, foxes, more stock
more land cleared, less native food, climate change, ticking clock
we should know better but our efforts are weak
we talk local but the world must now deliver what we seek

Poetry days #30.

14 Yarra views

Melbourne’s Yarra River and embankment can be busy places. I have published some of these photos before, but thought this group made a nice new set.

It's the river that binds
Melbourne's spreading towers
to the city
and when the weather is good
it looks oh so pretty!

Photography days #26.

Lost

Searching for what has been lost, Princes Park, Prahran, Victoria.
I put a penny in my pocket
and on the way I lost it
I lost it, I lost it,
and on the way I lost it.

Ref: traditional nursery rhyme 'A Tisket a Tasket'

Photography days #25.