Sense and reason

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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

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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.
View from State Cinema North Hobart

The Shape of Things to Come

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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?
Adventure Bay, Bruny Island

Crumbs

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So long to have lived
With tiny indifference 
Savour stale bite
A lack of substance
Silence to question
Deaf ear to conversation 
Closed eyes to presence
Denied a way out
So starved of kindness
Robbed of affection 
The bitter chill of winter
All we know of love
The peak of Mt Wellington in winter, Tasmania