poem: kookaburras – 07/03/21

Kookaburras sing their laughter, two fighting for acknowledgement, one with the other, and galahs smile with their cheeky beaded eyes winking, oh my! and the lorikeets feast on our figs, damn it! Mum wants to know WHY. Why is it they are so greedy, sitting on the boughs so precious, looking for something delicious for a bird so pretty, one two flew the coup, out the nest, and well, life is just beginning.

Poem: by the gods I have been blessed – 15/12/21

and I could not be any more grateful I present myself open arms tongue-tied fumbling for the right words to speak so thankful that I have been given this redemption this ability for reprieve for soul reflection for ascension I feel my spirit begin to detach and surround itself around my very corporal being enlightening my mind, freeing me from suffering there’s nothing to gain from retrieval of memories from ill historical and former focusing their blatant latent effect upon my cerebral and synapses firing in a manner so repetitively tiring my emotions couldn’t bear the calling, the calling oh, how I begged for their stalling [...]

Poem: Wisdom Gleaned (09/10/21) – 28/11/21

Author's note: Sometimes I like to look back at my drafts and see what was on my mind months prior, and how I constructed these realities into rhymes and words to soothe myself, express anger, frustration, upsets, or some such. This piece I feel still has some of these truths ringing in my current reality. Hence, I thought I would share it with you here today.

Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

The territory is brave, I watch the illustrious gloom bloom in its cave, a cavern of intent, through darkness, plain to see, motives growing as we both live and breathe. What was meant for this cause? Shall I ponder deeply, for longer, as I struggle through doors, of questions, no answers, each pathway needs a potential ending which I shall never see. [...]

Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

Ordinarily, I’d change for the better, like I know I should. Glancing into a reflection, puddle, stigmatised mud, confounded, when shall I continue truthfully and good? I know, as I stare at myself that changes are to occur more often than not, but how hard will it be for us to move forward if certain thoughts cannot be wrought, or refashioned – remembering? I’d rather not.