just (passing)

Today’s #SeventeenSyllablePoetry poem.

Seventeen Syllable Poetry

^{just (passing) – 18/02/2022}

after all
we are
just painted
against
the sky

just pastels
passing

~

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guards guard (your heart)

Today’s #SeventeenSyllablePoetry poem.

Seventeen Syllable Poetry

^{guards guard (your heart) – 17/02/2022}

guard
your heart

stand
tall and strong

who knows
what may try
today

to claim it

~

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the nature (of service)

Today’s #SeventeenSyllablePoetry poem.

Seventeen Syllable Poetry

^{the nature of service – 13/02/2022}

I do not
ask

do not
wait

or wonder

I am here
only
to give

~

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so small (am I)

Today’s #SeventeenSYllablePoetry Poem. Sunflower and Bee.

Seventeen Syllable Poetry

So Small (am I) – 08/02/2022

I
am small

how small
I am

but . . .

I’ll do –
for you –
everything
I
can

~

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FF #06

First Sunflower - 06/02/2022 the firstof the sunflowershas broken throughtoday swirling aroundits own darknessyet . . . the sunshineis captured perhapsit is taken inthroughthe blackthen . . . processedgolden there is ahypnotismbeing practicedhere taking the eye . . . taking me aroundthe spiralstothe heart ~

FF #05

Flowering Gum - 05/02/2022 the play of lightisthe playof fire the red fuelof eucalypt flowersignitingthe golden flameof sunset close my eyes facethe west I tooamthe flame amon fire

hold on (we must)

Today’s Seventeen Syllable Poetry features a local damsel fly. It seems to comprise a little damsel fly philosophy that we might all benefut from in the long run.

Seventeen Syllable Poetry

^{Damsel Fly 28/01/2022}

we must
all
hold on
to what we’ve got

isn’t that
what the song
tells us

~

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play (in the garden)

DADamyata ~ thank heavenforthe sky thank goodnessfor the greenthat isthe garden give thanks –Igive thanks –for the happy buzzof fliesof bees the sticky websof spiderswho waitso quietlyin foliage waitingfor their time a white butterflyis visitingby flitsamong the vegetablesalready lefttoo long celery flowers carrotsgone to seed it isa little bitunruly there are alliumssprawlingeverywhere I keep meaningto …

About those plums . . .

You might - in an idle moment - wonder how things turned out witht he plums and the cockatoos. Wonder no more. The season for the plums is over. We picked the last of what we will take yesterday. My estimate is that the cockatoos managed to claim 75% of the crop. European blackbirds (of …

ant-angled (a song of being)

Glory, on a daily basis. The backyard garden.

Seventeen Syllable Poetry

^{ant-angled – ant on alium – 15/12/2021}

entangled
though I am
this
is my home

no place
I would
rather be

~

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