Humanity divided
By shade and hue
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Category Archives: History
Things people say
Sydney Mardi Gras
Through ancient eyes
These trees have seen it all
Though shores have known much more
Footnotes
Begging for footnotes in the story of your life
Tolerate it ~ song by Taylor Swift
Long missed
We play, rest, rise
Woven skein unwinding
Houses apart, river abreast
Taking tea on balcony
Always a mystery of two minds
No sensation for downcast eyes
Cascading words lost and find
Fruitless picking out motivations
The bottom of pot, cooled
Renewed, steeped brew simmering heat
Rose between two cheeks
A blush sweet from scorching sun
Below 42 degrees
Blistering sleet
Homebody, I nest alone
Full grown tenderlings
Binding fallen threads
Of existence into thermal weave
So that you, like father
Can protect and heal wind kissed skin
As salty drops slide winsomly
A welcome sting. Long missed love
Blackbirds and Nightingales
Once a many ravens Perched on picnic walls Encroaching so daringly Staring back and forth Babes in arms were cradled Toddlers stopped from harm Backed away hauntingly Edge from warm spring calm Escape to caves below Calcified remains. Hundred years a column Ancestors' way laid Cacophany of cries Heard across the skies Sharp eye of witnesses Those who bled and died ~Inspired by The Nightingale Film (2018)
Storytelling
Stories we tell in our heads
Become placeholders
For our future selves
Unless we hold space
For our word and breath
To live on in others
Days when
Days when clouds appear
Like Constable's brush strokes
Cool and clear
Unreal like a picture
In a coffee table book
Changing heavens above
A palette full spectrum
Twisting like end of day
Dibs and dabs before
Night fades to black
Why I sit inside
Mesmerised
By just one
Snapshot in time?
Fil
A curiosity resides
In farthest place
Unseen
Nightly gentle one disrobes
To find a hole
Within
Enquiring strangers gasp along
The street remark
Obscene
By some eyes a dagger lies
Between two ribs
Deep in
Enlightened cries swear angels
Wings removed, her wound
Unclean
Whispers guess a trickster nigh
Attention all
Seeking
Hot balloon of tattle
Entourage
Winking
Shy of hype and mock
Woman stops and stands
Sinking
Looks could shoot
Ears aloof, no grain of truth
Telling
As if an elephant
Had taken stage on a
Stampede
Shouts of anger
Stares asunder children fled
The scene
A robber, thief, caught in act
A trial for one
Denied
Justice would be pierced
Without a word until
She speaks
I hear you all are roused because
A piece of me
Missing
Implore, ne’er do harm
Walk the line but not
Guilty
The missing part I do not know
A thread was pulled
In seams
The pain of it concerns me not
Compared to that
By thee
Coal face
Headlamp leading footsteps downward
Air thick with an Impenetrable skin
Seams of black unzipped
Precious compacted life
Of million years scarred
Set ablaze in minutes
Living beings coal face
Tends to 12 score beached
Generations breeching
Cool skin of sea
Final resting shore
Years combined between
Ages of whales reach
Thousands ever since
50 million years ago
Our meddling unseen
Sitting with cool tears
Echoing words pouring
Into my ears
Frontier human carrying
Dissapointments
Reverberate through
My body like funeral
Rhythym yet still
My heart is beating
For the innocent
Plight of the whales
Putting all our cries
Into mere proportion
Considering the noise
Of their calls
Each to each
Upon passing
Surge waylaid
Swell or manmade?
Count the stars of heaven 