Weary tears
Moisten lower lashes
Insufficient to fall free
Achy orbital cavities
Constrict the oculi
Head wrenching yawns
Cause sore jaw
Ear piercing pain
Drills drum deep
Bark parched throat clenches
Crunched up squashed in
Fifty minutes’ commute
Will soon be over
Earth’s magnetism channeled through beings,
Is it a catelyst for amassing?
Maybe it arose after emancipation from a modest childhood
And Mom’s mission of making do?
Or perhaps a mammal’s natural need for nesting?
Necessities and niceties for a fuzzy bunny to attract a big cat mate?
Three score years of accepting, acquiring, accumulating.
Even emigrating, moving interstate; a reluctance to release, relinquish and renounce as we ‘may need it one day’.
As hour grains run faster, we the tiger and the rabbit reflect and act upon reality;
The compulsion for conservation of capitalist commodities has contracted.
Burdensome belongings bring joy no more.
Deliberately we’re divesting, downsizing, disencumbering.
With lightness of mind body and soul,
We are distilling dreams to design a direct destination,
Carefully eking out the remainder for our next stage of life.
One winter Wednesday, wee wan Willy Weasel whistles wistfully,
Why’re wide-eyed whelk, Wellington’s waist worn white wings waving without wind?
Wellington, Wellie-to-friends, wobbles wildly, whizzing, whirring, wending
To Wollongong wedding of Wendy Weevil to Willow Winkle.
Wendy’s award winning women’s weaves once won, way-beyond Willow’s winding wastewater wicking widget.
What a wonderful wardrobe they’ll wangle!
Wander welcomes welterweight Wombat, Walter wearing weather worn wafer-thin western wove wheat-sheaves.
Wicked waiter, Wilfred watches whilst wading in the weeds,
Whittled walnut water-raft whooshes in Wembley Womble Witch and Wakefield Whale Wizard, whispering worthwhile words to witty Wandering Wolf, Winston.
Winsome Wensleydale Wench, Winnie has the where with all to warn of a woefully wavering weighty wonton wagon whisking towards the waterfall.
Wow, wiggling Worcestershire Worm, Winona get’s to work on the wailing wheels with wooden wedges.
Willy Weazel whiffs the scent of wafting wedding whisky, wondering whether the weather will warm.
Diligent
Self-effacing
Scatter-brained
Passionately curious
Bored with the mundane of copy paste updating and repetition that could be completed by optical character recognition and coding
Solving problems by identifying, sorting, and organising filaments of information into threads to plait into a rope to hold on to as we take steps toward a goal
Me
Putrid pounding panic percolates,
Producing pent up pressure,
Presenting powerlessness permeates.
Deducing dreadfully dark downfall
Desperate denuded drowning
Dubious duplicitous denouncement
Avid alarm avoidance;
Amber anchored aggregates arterially
Articulating ‘AARGH!’, alleviating an aneurism
Fallen foolish faun finds feet frozen fjord;
Frenzied fumbling for frosty firmness,
Feigning fabulous feeling.
From Tuesday’s
Work weary wending walk
Carriage, shuffle tap to pay.
Glimpse Belisha beacon flash;
Fluorescent amber hoodie on a bike
My chariot awaits.
To
A handheld rainbow at Petrie station.
It is appropriate for the earth element to be represented by something that is visually heavy, solid, grounded, and has strength.
This abstract watercolour references rock, soil, and chalk in yellow, oranges, red, brown, and white. Metals of gold and silver. Amethyst, emerald, and plants are shown in purple and green.
The poem reflects on changes to my body living life on Earth, the planet.
Sweaty Betty body blues
‘I can’t live if living is without you’* ear worm………
Why is it dry, oily, and moist?
Are they sunspots, freckles, liver spots or moles?
When and why did the lines, wrinkles, crows feet, and crêpe texture first appear?
Surely not from rare UK sunny days or coconut oil frazzled lobster red to peeling brown trips abroad?
Or from living in antipidean glare?
Journeyed from Johnson’s lotion slathered babe
Through acne ravaged, Clearasil cleansed teen,
Twenties, thirties, forties; Clarins, Lancaster, Clinique treated T zone, factor 10 to 30 suncream
To fifties, sixties; Simple, Nivea, Olay, spf 50+ sunscreen, and shade.
Joie de vivre patina of itches scratches, burns, grazes, cuts, bites, blackheads, blisters, blemishes, bruises, fungal rashes, warts, tags, scars, ingrowing hairs and whiskers, and blocked pores.
And,
Yo-yoing weight stretches, sagging wobbling rolls and folds loosening; losing battle against gravitational pull and aging.
Sweaty Betty body blues; love the skin you’re in!
*Harry Nilsson 1971
atop inanimate entity
lithe life lazily lurks
a striped Saint Andrew’s Cross
spider silently sits in stealth
secure subterfuge awaiting
lunch to land
linger
and never leave
When travelling to and from work, I have backpacked: laptop, headset, headphones, compact umbrella, face masks, cotton bags, hand sanitisers, tissues, wallet, keys, key card, pens, pencils, eraser, sketchbook, propelling pencil. When possible, capture moments. The following and sketch above filled fifty minutes.
when one is really quite weary
how dreary dearie
surreptitiously seeking inspiration
questions
no right asking even if strong featured person opposite is known
consciously combined cosmetics for commuting?
muted tones without shading to avoid notice?
only one or one of many masks?
i feel different
perhaps it is losing weight
being comfortable
in thirty eight inch waist chinos
from a different pre-covid state
surviving the sacrificed shirts
faded frayed familiar
from Brooks Brothers
operations in North America
sadly no more stores in Australia
there is a lightening of mind
of spirit of outlook of something
maybe it is the pink blushed clouds
against a brightening sky
rather than nowhere in sight
there is a modicum of hope
glimmering
against backdrop of self doubt
easier to rest on my laurels
thoughts vacillate between
can can’t worth worthless
i will finish the application(s)
submit ahead of the deadline
i will win the new role(s)
i will make the pertinent decision
it will be interesting fulfilling
enjoyable motivating work
after all Spring has sprung
theINFP 