Late afternoon in Morningside.
Yellow and purple-blue jacarandas
Stand, in contest on Kates Street.
Puffed up in show of flower bells,
Attracting bees to plunder, and
Springtime passers by, to wonder
At the temporary beauty beheld.
Poetry
Zombiween
Lazy limbs and bones,
Sluggish to the core.
Stagger, twist and swing
T’ward unknown purpose, all
Insatiable appetite for flesh,
Undiscerning, rich or poor.
Reproductive feedings, leaving
Swathes of blood and gore.
Horrors of imagination conjured in name of fun.
Back to real life, it’s all basking in the Sun!
Poem – Words
Thoughts ….. float ….. forth.
Unconsciously conjured from etheric darkness. Transmuting into gems, to be raked, graded and sequenced.
Strings
Uncoil, undulate,
Knot.
Repeated until magnum opus’ in hand;
Orators inspire,
Dictators demand.
In comparison, soft speakers mouth and utter.
Unheard messages left fading
….. into….. soulful….. silence.
Poetry revisited
I recently met a writer in a non-authoring situation. After completing a little background reading on them, I decided it was time.
I enjoy writing poems, but are they any good? When viewed through Olumide Holloway’s creative writing lens (Word Up), they mostly suck.
In the spirit of reflective self improvement I have revisited one of my ditties.
On a side note I learned that shaking the iPhone, in frustration, allowed me to undo the accidental deletion of said poem.
Tinsel
Polyvinyl chloride sparkle, eons in the making;
Irresponsibly procured, a token,
In an intergenerational
Treasure hunt for more,
now strewn.
Destined to voyage and become entwined,
In a grotesque ocean whirl.
To disintegrate and be consumed by
Zooplankton and coral; the primordial source.
Reports abound of microplastic laden seafood, served upon the plate.
Will it lead to ecocide and humanity’s suicide? Scientists debate.
Let me know if you think it is an improvement on the original, below, or not.
Incongruous
Beneath a hedge
Beyond leaf litter and bark
Draped over twigs
The blue tinsel-tousle dwells
Small flowers
Spherical pale pink buds, smaller than peas;
Row upon row, silently waiting, in lines.
Forming grape like bunches,
Until flowering time.
Shadows of the past
When memories stir,
Confused feelings occur.
Of a time gone by;
Thoughts of emotions, running high.
Attached to people and things:
Two chairs; a desk; a book of secrets sings;
Remonstrations falling on deaf ears.
The screams inside that nobody hears,
Due to naivety, self delusion and grief.
Nothing seems to bring relief,
A spiralling descent away from light.
No energy to fight nor for flight.
Time and life have healed the blight.
Knowing and accepting myself, day and night,
And my partner’s love and support,
During battles waged and darkness fought.
Regulation and repetition
Artificial flowery, powdery and citrusy fragrances reach nostrils, setting sinuses a flutter. ‘Clean’ smells of soaps, deodorants and perfumes from those, en route.
Early morning sunshine dazzles the reluctant traveller, on their way to work. Hazy buildings line the route, neither in shadow or in light.
Fellow passengers gaze, blankly, silently, caught up in their thoughts and phones.
How strange, this world of written and unwritten regulation and repetition.
Photo: Electrical Engineering Building, UNSW
Winter warmth
The trees in Sydney are catching on to the fact that it is Winter.
Winter warmth of russet, orange,
Red, and some brown ‘gainst sky of blue;
Sluggish words rolling off the tongue;
Round sounds linger in the crisp air.
Urban eclipse
Contrasts:
- dark and light,
- unkempt and pristine,
- old and new,
- cluttered and neat.
Corner of Higson Lane and Little Flinders Lane eclipsing the Chanel store, Melbourne, Australia.
White knight
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.
theINFP 