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.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work.
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.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work
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.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work.
Cnr Exhibition & La Trobe streets, Melbourne, Victoria.
I try to build the high towers you quickly tear them down I try to exercise my powers you remove my crown all my efforts at good you come for them with spades determined that you should send me back to the shade you undermine my efforts at being something better you cripple my best endeavours with termination letters I was once the coach but you do the money managing I am now an impotent ghost you’re the one real and damaging whatever I did to you I cannot work it out when I ask the question all you do is scream and shout so I’ll leave you here head for new towers on some far horizon I can’t wait any longer you and I are done
Poetry days #29.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work.
Shark Bay, Western Australia. Photo: Michael Taylor.
The rocks called the brave fishermen to their very edge "come hither, fish from here" they said "the fish are biting the catch is better the fun is greater the platform flatter the water deeper the violent waves are more extreme" challenging warnings of danger with a fisherman’s dream
the men they came day in day out urging each other mucking about telling fish tales over waves in shouts clad for spray from towering spouts casting long into the deep swells without doubt
standing or sitting amongst squawking gulls from cold cans or hot thermos taking deep pulls reeling in their lines casting again taking on the elements as true fishermen
when the king wave hit most scrambled to safety some saved by their fellows dragged to the shore others dragged down were followed by bellows where are you our friends are you on oceans floor or riding the waves in hope of rescue we will scour the surface we will hope to find you we’ll watch from the rocks for any sign of life or we’ll slowly trudge home to inform family and wife
Poetry days #28.
The writing is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work.
The star that fell as a bright flaring slash across the sky was really a meteor the dull star that brightens then fades over weeks in the night above is really a comet the star that arcs in a consistent orbit lit in the heavens is really an artificial satellite if ever a star was to really fall toward earth the solar system would simply ignite There is no Father Christmas
Poetry days #26
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Accessible walk, Lake Pertobe, Warrnambool, Victoria.
Accessible walks are such a wonderful thing getting all people out to enjoy nature and sun for me, it is a matter of strategic dreaming that I will publish each accessible walk for everyone
the pleasure I see in enjoyed natural spaces and landscaped gardens designed for all the smiles on all young and adult faces as they embark on a walk at nature's call
feeling healthier and fitter for being outside as they see the sights on a walk or a roll and so much mentally better inside breaking the chains of confinement is a worthy goal
This picnic table had a great view of the sea but it was what was behind that distracted me when I turned these twisted elongated branches were reaching at me with strong twiggy pincers their prehensile limbs moving into my space their sinister demeanour put a frown on my face I was sure as I sat that these ti-trees did creep I was sure as I sat that my body they did seek before being encased in the arms of these woods I got up and ran while I felt I still could
Poetry days #24.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work.
Yellow-tailed black cockatoos, Strathbogie Forest.
The one on the left said, "What will we do? I think share all our seed, what about you two?" The one on the right said, "I've earned more than you." "I'll be taking full earnings, as is my due!" The one in the middle said, "Be reasonable." On cue. "There's no need to bicker, dissent or argue. Let's eat what we need and let some accrue." The way forward was set by this Yellow-tailed black guru.
Poetry days #22.
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I was searching for a sign the right way to go I found it in an unexpected spot and the sign did clearly show in which direction to embark it was the sign - I know
Photography days #17.
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bessie is a bear loved by our son tucked under his chin when he was young now bessie is a bear loved by his daughter the love in bessie bear has well and truly caught her
Photography days #17.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work.
The bird that spoke that first perfect note was a revelation to its kin because she could sing so beautifully the other birds decided to join in
some of the birds variations heard they felt they could do better so they sang with melodies that made the landscape ring and to each note gave a letter
a chorus formed of singing birds who organised their songs into works of art many species took part and for the choir others came along
a feud broke out all about which birds sang best of the rest unresolved each species kept their songs close to their chest and so today when you hear each sing their special tweet be mindful that this is why only one song can each species ever repeat
Poetry days #16.
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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.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work.
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.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want Ai to use my work.
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.
All work is my own and subject to copyright. I do not use AI. I do not want AI to use my work.
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