Tag: poetry

Silent observer

Street artist

I couldn’t take my eyes off him
his long and slender back was tilted
supported by the knees slightly bent
jawbones showing, brows narrowing
he stood looking at the girl in front
who didn’t care, glanced elsewhere
unwavering he glared, his round pupils
measuring her tiny frame, flashy hair
unmoving he observed, taking in
her being and her every movement
his soul concentrated at his object
betraying not an emotion in his face
shifting only his wrists, the master
outlined her outline, his spine still
for hours he watched her, and I him
filling up my heart with so much joy
and his canvas with all that grace
I missed the sunset over my head
but he saw colour fade from the girl
and moved with alarming swiftness
he clapped. Packed. And strode off
ciao, street painter. Until tomorrow.

Photo credit: Dennis Schrader on Unsplash

Hop, stop, cherish

Sunset by Lake Ginninderra, Canberra

Walk, run, or dawdle

sit, breathe, and take a minute

moments don’t repeat

Photo: Sunset by Lake Ginninderra, Canberra, Australia

Oh, the fall

Sunset by the Lake Burly Griffin, Canberra, Australia

Tall, erect, in line

like our soldiers sent to war

except, more alive

Photo: Sunset by the Lake Burly Griffin, Canberra, Australia

Take a walk

sun-setting tree tops

and a cloud-covered moonshine

a heaven on earth

Photo: Sunset and moonrise over the Lake Ginninderra in Canberra, Australia

Walk me down the aisle

Walking down this aisle - by Lake Ginninderra in Canberra
Walking down this aisle – by Lake Ginninderra in Canberra

Dear dad,
as I walk down this aisle
with my eyes streaming
and my soul dreaming
my heart is filled with joy
with every step I take
freshness breezes through my hair
and a chillness numbs my knuckles
as I clench, I know it’s only fair
that you join me with chuckles
as twilight chases the winter noon
arm in arm, as father and child
dipping toes in a solitary lagoon
watching the sun set himself
down below in Down Under
dear dad, wish you were here
to walk with me down this aisle
as I move on to an all new home

P.S: I just relocated to Canberra, Australia, and this poem was inspired by this wonderful walkway.