It has come to this: I write Post It notes to me And they say things like ‘You are enough’ and stuff like ‘You’ve got this, you have got this’.
Flash
words, love, science, poetry and life.
Aching
A dying cat sprints Over the last finish line Innately hopeful Heart breakingly valliant And blind sided in defeat.
I inherited My father in law’s walking Stick. It has sticky Tape and a sticker with his name I think I will paint it pink.
When it’s time bury me here Under a Morten Bay Fig that’s Built like a Mack Truck With a solid beating heart And I’ll hug it’s grounded soul
goodbye Tanka
Three months ago you Sent us home made Rocky road We spoke on Facteime And optimistically Made plans to see you again.
Kid in a sprint
I changed my profile pic Hoping you would notice me and you didn’t but – I know they did, 27 likes and I am smiling bright I’m a kid chasing stars And […]
a Tanka to a Mentor
I have grown to know More about me, less about Disingenuous Musings I had settled for As truth before I met you.
The Massage
Oh Danny Boy by panflute Pipes Bali into Westpoint While I toy with radical Acceptance like a Speech that someone else has penned For me to speak it’s tennet.
A Tanka for Vetti
Defy gravity Crush crimson berries on ice Embrace falling rain And raise an alchemists glass Salutation joie de vie.
A time…
Once upon a time When being political Was having an opinion On the merits of this or That and ideology Framed understanding That debate could change the world One dissected issue At […]
A tanka to you
I don’t know if you ….Love like I do and if you… Give love, being known – and do… You take up much space in time? Or could you hold space in […]
A Tanka to 2020
Fighting the virus We’re all in this together Unprecented Wear a mask and wash your hands Today we record no deaths
A Solitary Walk
I’ve lost my reflection And finding it is bucket listed above the Greek Islands But below retirement. I don’t yet know if it is In your mirrored glasses Or In a puddle […]
A tanka to me
Crushed by massive waves That break as I stand naked And lit up with sun Warming up and slow baking My cheeks and arms and shoulders My body soft, heart bolder.
A tanka to Melbourne
I can’t read your lips but your masked voice is soothing Busting the seams of My hands longing to touch you In privacy unveiling You laying there, me beaming.
The Tree Hugger
The cadence of your limbs swaying Outstretched they reach the sky as I cling to you. Solidly, you sing to me pulsating: Roots pumping miracles – To quiesce me.
Rainbows in the Sun
No talent at all Just a mirrorless and me With a tonne of empty time Side stepping puddles And chasing every rainbow
A Solitary Walk
I’ve lost my reflection And finding it is bucket listed above the Greek Islands But below retirement. I don’t yet know if it is In your mirrored glasses Or In a puddle […]
When They Come
I reread my post from yesterday and thought about changing the names of places, the names and places. The faces. https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/asia_pacific/masks-cash-and-apps-how-hong-kongs-protesters-find-ways-to-outwit-the-surveillance-state/2019/06/15/8229169c-8ea0-11e9-b6f4-033356502dce_story.html
Just a Day
I underestimated this ordinary day in December 2014. His brother had been gone a week or two. His soul mate really, soul twin, the ‘other’ that grounded his 80 year life. He […]
the Reinvented Poet 