ok alright watch out (for the volcano)

while the black cloudsGathered far distant, over Himavant ~ in the latestfrom americaright wingshave learntto fly the ukis in partymodeon fridays europe’s mindis in belaruswhere the nameof the gameis war in the pacificpoor tongais disappearing volcano fire tsunami wave smoke risento the strato-sphere ~ there is a kindof revulsionthat can find its waythrough the dirtbeneathyour … Continue reading ok alright watch out (for the volcano)

The Sweet Smell – of new books!

I am quite, quite delighted to share my new arrivals. Over the Seasonal break I was busy formatting work like crazy. For the sheer excitement of it, I decided to play with new size and structure (and look) for Seventeen Syllable Poetry work. New Books - the first of 2022! 17/01/2022 So, what have we … Continue reading The Sweet Smell – of new books!

waiting in stillness (for zen)

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leavesWaited for rain ~ the stillnessof the dayis . . . a strange thing the airis still the leaves on treesand plantsis still bladesof grassdo not move cloud coveraboveis uniformandstill I did not thinkthe weather mapwas suggesting raintoday yetit feelsas though the worldis waiting in stillness onlya magpie singsas … Continue reading waiting in stillness (for zen)

perspective comes (the morning after)

In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gustBringing rain ~ the elementsplay we thinkof the plagueas ourcatastrophe putall our emotional energy worry grief dismay distress anger blame fear allinto thoughtsof the scourge butnever forgetthe elementshave been herelong have ruledbefore us remain ~ the stormwas a brief thing two hoursof light showand agitationragingthrough the heavens … Continue reading perspective comes (the morning after)

distraction in court (would you like a zinger)

Only a cock stood on the rooftreeCo co rico co co rico ~ it isn’t possibleto ignore not really the kingof the world(tennis)versusthe chameleonof australia-r it was alwaysgoing to endin a courtroomratherthanon a tennis court and I wonderwhatdo I thinkabout it and I wonder andI wonder I concludethat neitherof these twostruttersis –individually –worththe thought both … Continue reading distraction in court (would you like a zinger)

Friday With Friends – writing with images

I'm very pleased to share a link to Camilla Downs Friday with Friends feature in which I have indulged myself with an exploration of my approach to using images to create poetry. It is always interesting to me personally to have the opportunity, from time to time, to ponder what I do and how I … Continue reading Friday With Friends – writing with images

triple hopes (and cockatoo justifications)

triple hopes (and cockatoo justifications) Dry bones can harm no one ~ Cockatoos - after the plums 14/01/2022 the cockatoos –my nemesisfor so many weeksas the plums ripened –are abundant they have grown accustomednowto not being harried not clappedout of the tree nowthey are afterlast skerricks there is no harmnowin grantingfree reinto them it has … Continue reading triple hopes (and cockatoo justifications)

broken completely (yet whole)

There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.It has no windows, and the door swings, ~ in so many waysweare broken a glanceat the newspapersbrings a shudderand confirmation royal sex scandals sporting liesand tantrums the ill healthof a nation . . . of the world the perversityof governments distressesof the helpless so many waysto … Continue reading broken completely (yet whole)

of me of we (of sunlight and grass)

the grass is singingOver the tumbled graves, about the chapel ~ the greenof todaygives the lieto dark thoughts it is me . . . it iswe who are soaffectedby these times the grasscontinues to singunder a warmsummer sunlightin the morning when I lookupon itunsuspectedlyI am caught upin the verdant colourand vibrant lifeof the thing somethinglives … Continue reading of me of we (of sunlight and grass)