piercing shards of cold
as passing through walking ghost
winters be crazy
Tag: poetry
Uncorked
a soldier, a wine
barrel-full of tales
one shovel at a time
one glass
Goulburn awakens
darkness, clinging to glass,
dregs of last night
desperate to stay
despite the day
pink hues behind trees
peeking through
prying, the sunlight
posing for eye flash
vacantly elegant ways,
vacationersโ night cap
validating sleepiness
Victorian showpieces
never ending bird chirps
normalising serenity
neutralising pain
neither here nor there
calmly, under shadows
cries of the wee morn
catching the light
cat strolling by
Context: I’m in Goulburn, New South Wales, on a retreat with a few friends. This is my observation of the sunrise today.
Roadtrip
rows of hardy greenย
shoving their faces on mine
driving down the aisle
Photo: Highway towards Sydney
Lost meaning
He didnโt know what it meant
when, eyes pitiful,
doctor said:
parkinsonโs
common disease
wrecks, wracks lives
yet much to hopeโ
apparently.
She didnโt know what it meant
when, eyes screwed,
husband whined
deafness
another sign of age
comes to all, all in good time
one ear to another
infecting.
When her walk falteredย
as staff he stood
to lean and to love
supporting.
She showed, never told
as his ears waned
for speech had lost
sensibility.
Trembled her throat
only trebles escaping
with none to talk
the mute.
World fell silent
as extinguished flame
calmed his mind
undisturbed.
They didnโt know what it meant,
a balance in life,
for time deemed obsolete
communication.

