For dear life

A scoundrel, a pest
Making mountains of mess
Many words, no restraint
Be that, as it may

The aroma of indifference
As he stumbles through my day
Many words, no restraint
Be that. Come what may.

The end of the record
Needle captures dust
Crackles and spits 
The music's over 
Played long enough
Turn off the light

The end of the night
Mind captures dreams
Breathes reminisce 
The music begins
Waiting for the day
Arise with the light

Do you remember when we met?

Silent stories shared
Shifting gaze
Vacant stares
Sanitising, sensoring
Dreaming, embellishing 
To illustrate our lives
For an audience
Of one.

Warmer May
Unseasonally
Lightning strike
Energy pours out
Into the dark sky
By the side of the River

Isolated burst
Suburban fringe
Outlying ignited
Spontaneously 
By the side of the River

Flicker blaze
Pungent haze
Smoulder spread
Into the dead roots
By the side of the River

Consumed hectares
Decades debris
Floating breeze
Carelessly over horizon
By the side of the River

Whisper breeze
Turned inward
Cooling craze
Dousing inflamed
By the side of the River

Sundown shifts
Several degrees
Bed of green
Inextinguishable light
By the side of the River

Colder June
Seasonally so
Wintering in
Life seeping in
Into well-trodden paths
By the side of the River

‘When there’s nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire.’ – Stars, Your Ex-Lover is Dead.

I have always admired
The kick-ass attitude
Of women who embrace
Their womanhood

Clothed in dignity
Poised for action
Whether by the tread
Of their boots
Or soft footfalls
Of thoughts and dreams
Pacing the mind

In the archives of time
There is no deeper longing
No greater sacrifice 
Of love
Regardless of whether
Acclaimed or understood
Than the hallowed halls
Of womanhood.

How many times
Have my many words
Revealed my ignorance 
And yet
Met by silent smiles
Graciousness 

All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey…

Spent 
All my time
Pining
For one who is elevated
To the highest place
To the marrow

Seek
To draw down
Immersing
For one who is flesh and veins
To the resting place
To the cocoon

Write
To the hunger
Investing
For one who is quickening
To the nesting place
To the shore