Landmarks and monuments
Memories hold a space
For absent friends
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Predictive text
Our minds work - something like-
Predictive text and internal GPS
If I sense a state of potential
Belonging, intimacy, a resonance
Quickly, I calculate the length of time
Till I am alone, lost and abandoned
How often these sums add up
So it seems, I am waiting- longing, even -
For someone who might
Be brave enough
To prove me wrong
Sense and reason
Partaking in pleasantries
Long loungerooms of livery
Is not my scene at all
I inhabit wide grassy knolls
Teeming with introduced
-though not so politely-
Feathered friends
Interbreeding produces most
Remarkable speckled boas
Though does not alter
The timbre of their boast
Goldfinch shearing seeds
With perky beaks and rosy red necks
Starlings line electric wires
Waiting for passerby to poop
Welcome swallow mud built nest
Line eaves like putty pressed
No other party of fellows in plumage
Could teach to build, plow and pest!
Lost for words
What if we could sense
Voices across vast airwaves
Ears burning on cold dreary days
What would they say?
One so generous to forgive
An err in judgement
A slip of tongue
A foot in mouth
As mere accident
In the ones we so loved
When words caught by wind
Return to ones ears burned
We find our dearly loved
Not so dear at all, those years..
Ascribing flaws to jealousy
An ex lover or mother in law
When actually the err
In judgement was mine
Afterall.
Whistle stop
Solemnity broken
Neighbours perch by
Whistles beat blues
Landmarks
The deepest groove
Is silent, hidden, dark
It moves with you
Detects your presence in the room
A sixth sense
A critical fissure in the landscape
Separating touch and response
Dormant, though lifeblood runs through
Like a lost gondwanan valley
Pulling thoughts back to you
Papillon
Le papillon chanter
Fleurs du jardin
Pour moi?
Fungi
Lonely gecko shelters
Under fungi parasol
Waiting for love
Twitch
Twitching treetops
Suddenly surrounded -
Who spies whom?
The Shape of Things to Come
Thoughts evolve in poignant place
Stillness of time, as stars in space
Jettison parts of our history
Hurtling through the void
Scorching heat accumulates
A tail of white hot debris
Landing a terrifying lottery
Sky watchers delight and stare with glee
Impact scorches home and earth
Fall out wipes out neighbourhood
Suspicion, karma, tilt of world
What could have brought this on ourselves?
