Knight in white shining armour
I humbly offer thanks for
Rescuing me from storm’s grip.
Although wind did whirl and whip,
With torrential rain pouring.
Chill of sodden clothes gnawing;
Welcome sight to see your face.
Now dry in warmth of your embrace.
During periods of drought
And feelings of self doubt,
I lack inspiration, become a lout.
It helps to go out and about;
Amble, absorb and tout.
Passers by glimpse the pout.
Frustration mounts.
Just want to scream, to shout,
To wake myself up with a clout;
Still fruitless at every bout.
Can’t call myself poet devout.
At times there are ideas I should flout.
Use notebooks to record, later rout them out.
Now noises drown thoughts out
Needing and urging result in nowt.
It’s enough to bring on one’s gout!
Past coolest shadows of darkest black
A hallway beckons
Green hues resplendent in morning light
There is something
Just beyond my vision;
Déjà vu perhaps.
Unattached to place or person.
I sense there is something beyond,
But beyond where?
It’s just out of reach.
Should I avoid the barely sensed void?
Or ought I explore with thought?
What if it’s just imagination?
Barely seen amidst sparse leaves,
Over the road’s hum and roar,
Chirruping of lorikeets, high,
And guttural call of ibises, low.
Pylon pointing
Gymea lilies growing
Atmosphere bubble encasing
Through time and space revolving
Infinitesimal in gargantuan galaxies glittering
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!
Beneath a hedge
Beyond leaf litter and bark
Draped over twigs
The blue tinsel-tousle dwells
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.
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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