A Crystalline Awakening
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, The crisp air as brittle as new celery Snaps with expectancy. The cold clings like a blanket Mantled across the rigid landscape, Muting stark shapes in antiseptic folds
I'll have to change my mind
I’ll have to change my mind on war, I need to take a break From structured thought; there’s more to peace – it dictates A longer oar to keep the calm than takes to
Haircut today
I am having a haircut today, it is not A complex event requiring excellent Foresight, careful planning or indecent Logistical arrangement; not to my way Of thinking. It does, however, dictate Great diplomacy and
Camping in a kitchen
To say we’ve done it all before is not to bend The truth and though we’ve lost our youth The vision of the bright contemporary kitchen Draws us on, sustaining us beyond our strength.
Today
The manic fires flared again today, very much the same irrational urges Blazing from the open grate, urgent fervours that belittle and berate, Ardours that depict a gross mistake and derisively debate Hereditary intelligence.
Fountain of your rise
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege Bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a Silent war for lost, egregious souls whose thanks Deserted you should never be constrained, should never
Simple pleasures that you bring
Do you mind if I write a few lines for you tonight? I’m fuelled for sure, perhaps a bit ebullient, (now there’s a rhyme that will be hard to find A word to suit!)
Futurelessness
Why can’t I keep out of harm’s way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, Concurrently looking behind; concerned to avoid What I’ll fail to heed and blunder on into calamity? I lurch with
Thought it was America
Is there anything which isn’t made in China? The answer is… of course there is, the question Was rhetorical, a crude attempt to palliate China’s late renaissance; eighty years ago you’d say That nothing
After the rain
Resurgent greens and stronger hues Combined within the colours in-between Will spring again, the reddish brown Has nearly gone and all the silver Greys erased in darker shades That shine with slickly natured stains
No way of going back
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed Until I learned which functions scrolled the images On screen. I could pause, freeze frame advance, Endlessly replay and alter sound although the
Something to shout about
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli Of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, A rare and prestigious award for most conspicuous bravery, Could say, even in dying,
Frogmouth biker
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent On speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it was fortunate He never left the shed). This biker was a frogmouth owl, A
Thank you Ambrose
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, A sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended From afar although it was a distant glow I didn’t really know. Thank you Ambrose
What does it take?
Is the current rate of global warming A serious and cogent warning? Do we need to think about the fact That higher tides will drown Pacific island states Within a year or two, or