
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.
I have been walking past the most glorious yellow flowering trees for the last few weeks.
ANZAC Square, Brisbane.
We often pass this house, on our walks with Stan. According to
I particularly like the window hoods along the side of the building.

Nature in action, Grosvenor Street, Balmoral, Brisbane. The orange and green of these bird of paradise flowers show how well seconday colours compliment each other.
The deep blue water of Moreton Bay at sunset. It appears to rise up above the level of Walnut Street, Wynnum, Brisbane.

