I spoon the beans I crush them the twirlingof the grinderspins me round wait . . .wait . . . I waituntil the percolatorgrumbles hisses and roarsat me coffeecoffee morning anxiety . . .desire . . . I am high coffeecoffee morning my mind has goneinto overdrive every questionis awhy because it is my coffeecoffee … Continue reading (PAD #025) today is (a coffee morning)
Well, my dear friends, it seems I've managed three years of incessant poetry blogging here at WordPress. I thank them for letting me know. I thank you for reading them (some, if not all LOL!) 2,734 posts (counting this one). Mostly individual poems. 11,954 comments (thank you one and all for being willing to comment … Continue reading Wishing me a happy (WordPress) anniversary!
the wind plays frolic with the pineapple sage a honeyeater comes as it must to disappear within the branches just the mere tremor of love among leaves just a soft shudder of love and the wind blows again softly ~
he could not sing nor was he a dancer but to show his heart he took her out on a sunny day to stand beneath the sky a handful of paper mere confetti he threw to tumble and turn twist in the sun under the sky ~
this is a story about companionship in the mornings when I rise I pace the floor noting shadows and silences that watch my movements neither guardians nor sentinels their significance eludes me on the patio I can lean against a fence that forms a boundary between myself and the garden bed unkempt through my neglectful … Continue reading untitled – c
and his child was the wide blue sea his child was the sky … … to the horizon his home was the magpie song the kookaburra laughing his best friend the fast running stream … the constant calling … his child is the secret smile is a vision he sees it there and seeing … … Continue reading he/his
I have no ticket just a hiss then a kiss a clatter down the line doors open on the platform side in and out and in and out I wait one north one south go go go go don’t need a ticket to stand right in the heart right here where I am just a … Continue reading love (in a time of passing trains)
but that's the thing about attraction isn't it it's not like two magnets one minute you're chatting away good friends no complications the next a look in the eyes a change in the air something happens look around you nothing to see that's different look at her and it's awkward try to resist and it … Continue reading attraction (by the bottle)