Across a Surreal landscape
White defeats the green
Black naked branches
Reach towards low slung clouds
As snow flurries lash
Exposed skin on cheerful faces
We shelter in each other’s warmth
And conversations of sunshine
Promoted by
Wine, good gin and pizza.
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With the suns arrival
and the departure of the night
My body stirs…
It needs stuff.
Tea, strong and white,
Toast - blonde
Eggs, over easy
Painkillers by two
Happy pill by one
Stomach - there’s one for you too
Eyes - cleared
Skin - moisturised
A walk - Knee strapped
Cane - in hand
Sunglasses - prescription grade, on
Dog - ready
Let's do this day.
Some of this
Less of that
Fear of few
Love of lots
Plenty to give
Thankful to receive
Words that build
Ears that listen
Hearts that sing
Those who laugh
Hands that help
Spirits that soar
Colours that matter
Differences that don’t
Friendship to warm
Music to soothe
Places to see
Those I’ve seen
Paths that meander
While the days become short
And the nights much longer,
And my mind digs deeper
And stirs up the mud –
And then clouds my dreams.
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In fitful sleep I’m troubled
And filled with self doubt,
And clinging to straws
And words of kind friends –
And trying to focus on good.
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When dawn fills my eyes
And once again I am calm,
And family stands beside me
And reminds me of fine times –
And the kindnesses we’ve shared.
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I fill my lungs with fresh air
And my heart with their love,
And my mind with sound knowledge
And my hands with hard work –
And go on rejoicing this life.
(It looks like the moon is stuck up a tree, and I’m in the mood for a nice cup of tea – words by ‘Buck 65’ Click here)
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summer rain threatens
moon seeks shelter in a tree
today I sleep-in
The mouth of the river opens wide
Capturing the cool ocean wind
And funnelling it to a gasping city,
Carrying the flavour of salt
And fresh open spaces.
The wind also collects –
Leaves from the cities gardens
Dust from the business of life
Refuse from the excesses of life.
All of this it delivers –
Regardless.
(Nature continues to do her work even as we seem to be trying to destroy her. I found this piece of inspirational art work, made from river refuse, on a walk along the banks of the Brisbane river).
Spheres to hold water
Straight lines to divide
Curves to seduce
Oblongs to decant
Rectangles to bake
Half circles to serve
Triangles to drink from
And squares from which to eat.
Colours to beguile;
And for further purposes –
Gold to capture the eye
Blue to cool the mild
Green to refresh
Brown to give thanks
To the earth
From whence they came,
To scream of the talent
Of the ancient potter.
To enchant us today
In this world of plastic
And disposable products.
(Pic by Amanda – accidental photographer, scientist, friend)
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grey skies hath their charms
in the fragrant shade we stood
five degrees cooler