Barely seen amidst sparse leaves,
Over the road’s hum and roar,
Chirruping of lorikeets, high,
And guttural call of ibises, low.
Poetry
Perspective
Pylon pointing
Gymea lilies growing
Atmosphere bubble encasing
Through time and space revolving
Infinitesimal in gargantuan galaxies glittering
Protect the bandicootÂ
Blue and green
Suburban scene
Local park
What a lark
Place of fun
Or catch the sun
Baseball or cricket
Within white picket
Dogs allowed on leash
And restricted off leash
Why give a hoot?
Protect the bandicoot!
IncongruousÂ
Beneath a hedge
Beyond leaf litter and bark
Draped over twigs
The blue tinsel-tousle dwells
Remember what is most importantÂ
A dear friend gave us a yellow notepad with the above quote when we left the UK. Since 1998 it has moved with us from home to home six times, preserved in amongst other special mementos.
In the last year it has had pride of place on the fridge; remaining even though all of the pages have been used.
Poetry of people and place
Morning light breaches the UTS.
Buses halt in line, wait to disgorge
Passengers, to go about their day.
Central Park plants are poised to partake
Today of the sun’s life giving rays.
The poetry of people and place.
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Winter thoughts
Circles were created in Paper 53 for iPad, grunge film and fisheye lens applied in Kitcamera.
Winter thoughts
July has begun;
Unfinished projects silently calling.
Cold blue skies and sun;
Days spent, body of heaviness, hauling.
Mornings are chilling;
My get up and go has got up and gone
Unable unwilling;
Inner fitness battle needs to be won.
Clear chill evening air;
Eight weeks ’til Sydney starts to warm again.
Inspiration; where?
Revisiting, revising; learning reigns.
Peaceful moment
Loud country silence is heard.
Distant sounds; insects and birds.
Transition from day to night,
Air hinting of chill.
Softly bathed in Autumn light,
The landscape is still.
This peaceful moment was captured during a recent trip to Orange and Mudgee, five hours’ drive inland from Sydney.
Celebrate
At this time of year
My heartfelt greetings to all.
Celebrate with cheer.
In hope of peace, I call,
“Happiness is everyone’s right;
Live in love, in light”.
Warm wishes, Robert
Prickly Prima Donna
Ninety five percent of day, The epitome of calm;
Open, helpful, time for all.
As tiredness and workload mounts,
Only takes a look, a word:
(Grim genie unfurls slowly);
Heat building or voices too loud;
(Edging closer to release);
Interrupt or stand too close;
(Darkness oozes to stifle
My relaxed disposition).
Prickly Prima Donna’s out!
Unending madness ensues:
Unworthy; shame; guilt; despair.
Exit, take drama along.
Penning this poem is perfect
For regaining control. Back
Towards the bottle she goes.
