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
Tag: poetry
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 time…
In a democracy valued
And upheld:
Those were the days.
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 mine?
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 on potted asphalt But I sense its existence In my warm breath In this cold air And maybe there’s a mirror In a […]
A Solitary Walk
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.
