Broken; not beyond repair

Over a varied working life, I have worn many hats: retail, hospitality, ride-share driving, and people support.

My current employer of approaching seven years actively discourages working without being paid, and overtime is strictly controlled. It sounds ideal on paper. Yet, the reality is a familiar paradox: the workload and performance expectations frequently surge to a level where skipping breaks becomes the only option to actually achieve what is expected.

Generational brainwashing demands unquestioning diligence, pushing us to meet the demand no matter the personal cost. But the truth is, my body was built for physical activity—not for interacting with a computer for half of my waking day. The result of defying that reality is both physical and psychological damage.

For a long time, pills, potions, and therapy have succeeded in patching me up. Lately, though, the frequency and extent of the harm appear to be increasing. Maybe this is simply due to my advancing years, or maybe the system is just wearing me down faster than I can rebuild.

This past March, while attempting to accomplish the impossible during another peak period, the pressure finally broke through. The result was extreme pain in both wrists and hands—a stark red flag that consolidated a long string of upper limb and neck injuries.

Conservative treatments have only offered temporary relief this time. The damage is real, but as the title says, it’s not beyond repair. A carpal tunnel release day-surgery for my left wrist is scheduled for the 16th of July. It’s the first step in fixing the physical, even as I navigate the systemic.

RAGE

Red Enraged Demon
Angry No-Good Rasping, Yelling
Green Rinses, Expelling Emotional Negativity
Earth Acts, Restoring The Harmony

Fleeting joie de vivre

Lukewarm Winter rays breach each
Burgeoning towering cumuli
Dazzle dancing upon crossed wakes
Happiness bubbles within
Bouncing homeward
Upon the Brisbane River
Yearning to hold fast
This fleeting joie de vivre
Undaunted by chilling
Eurus whipping the deck
Of the catamaran
Icy spray hitting my face
Coming about gathering speed
As Brett’s Wharf comes into view

Raining

Training the dos
Constraining the don’ts

Stop that:
fidgeting
moving
snoring
breathing

Move out of the way

Unwritten expectations
raining on my life
draining my heart
braining men

hallelujah, raining men

Maid your bed
Deal with it
Flash trash
Crashed

filthy faggot scum

Too ……….
To get hitched

Gaia’s Retribution? poem

Fluffy whites drift in soft blue calm
Exuberant hues flit, dart, dissolve
Hark-humdrum breeze-borne scratches

Scree-each

Thud-um mote-wrenching avian bolt
Scramble, skitter-stampeding tetrapods flee

Twinkling hubbub of city dwellers
Almost deafening-mezzo-staccato of ‘see-hearing’
Warnings flick past-too fast to catch

Cacophony of cataclysmic crashes
Searing scorching flashes frazzle
Man’s monumental marvels toppling
Towering engineering tributes tumble

Wake of whipped wild waves
Global whirling-denial, anger, sorrow
Useless bastion vestiges wither

Stunned-echoing, silent darkness freezes
Eons answer: indiscriminate hell to heal

Perspective poem

Perspective
Asteroids stand sentinel
In universal time and space
Transporting
Subliminal Saturnalian aliens
Exuding ecstatic euphoria
Seeking
Selecting hosts
Propagating
Phoenix phantoms-
Forever forgeries

The above emanated from a photograph I took of raindrops on the outside of a restaurant window, last Sunday. After fiddling with filters, asteroids appeared in my minds eye.

I read a couple of times, traces of human DNA have been found in meteorites on Earth.

My husband just told me asteroids have been found to have building blocks of life.

Imagine them helping to create glitchy lifeforms – the poem in a nutshell.

Peace filled festive season wishes

I laughed out loud when I came across this picture on FB. I have included a rough pronounciation in Black Country English.

Recently, we unpacked the soft toys. A dusty, sun-bleached, Pooh, of late 80s vintage emerged.

This year’s Yule tree again includes a bauble depicting a snapshot of Pooh walking their path. I feel a connection with Pooh. They are one of my alter egos.

However, my soulmate in the journey poem below is a Tiger rather than a Tigger or a Piglet.

A shared legato
Almost deafening
Mezzo-staccato of “see-hearing”
Zooming by
Fermata
Reflecting on
The path here

Out of step
Out of time
Even in minority
Faction of a fraction of inversion
Lightness of spirit greyed by inner dark
Misguided
Misunderstood
Yearning to fit in
To be part
Of something

Journey’s search
Whilst learning life
Decades taught
Idealist dreams to be
Reality soured
Came to nought

There is I and those closest to
Wakeup to then and now
You gentle old Airhead fool
For thirty-two years counterpoint
In duet steadied the line
A little out of step a little out of time
A shared legato

World’s a blur of noise
In home’s sotto voce
Dark thins to quiet glimmer
In warmth of being known
In coda we crescendo

Wishing you a peace-filled festive season.

Word sketch

Word sketch
Urban nature
Provides space
To race
Or to ponder
What lies yonder
Out of reach
James’ magic peach
Synapses snap
Cogs whirl
Mind unfurls
This biological being’s
Walking forth
Sharing mirth
Giving birth
Ideas sparkling
Magnificent malarkey
Discombobulated balderdash
Audaciously avalanching altitudially advancing

Virgin Australia budget airline

When Ansett airline closed down in 2002, we became loyal to Virgin Blue then Virgin Australia.

This morning, thinking we would buy a Virgin lounge pass, we discovered there is no longer a Virgin lounge at Cairns airport.

We dropped the Apex car rental off an hour earlier than necessary at 11:00am, so that we had plenty of time to navigate roadwork delays between Port Douglas and Cairns.

Naively, we believed we would able to drop our bags off at the airport, to access the shopping and dining opportunities prior to flying at 2:50pm.

We were greeted by closed Virgin Australia check-in desks, opening at 1:20 pm. Hopefully, we sit, occasionally gazing over at Virgin staff seated behind the check-in desks.

Other passengers arrive, speak to smiling staff, they are sent away.

I had refused to believe an online review of Virgin having become a budget airline.

Sadly, it is true.

Fable in Stone?

Fable in Stone?
Behold- fascinating earthbound
Fractured firmament ensnared.

Fossilised magnamic,
igneous,
granular sparkle-
honed smooth;
calmed.

Fantastic eruptions:
onyx,
umber,
rust,
oxblood veins
fan,
crisscross
‘gainst ghostly light.

Charcoal shades,
haunting greys-

foretell, foretold-
or future Faustian fable,
unknown.