I want
to
cry…
but I
can’t
remem
ber
how to
cry
I just
sit
and I
stare
bathe
my
eyes
in
the
air
to
sting
tears
fall
ing
All poetry
All categories and themes
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Tears
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senryū 5
Cockatoo at Halls Gap in the Grampians raucous shouts swoop in
tree twigs pelting on my head –
hmph… bloody cockies!
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Panacea
and sin bleeds
leaching into
the paper-thin vessels
of the mind’s
patterning
colour sickening
your sin?
his sin?
a sin within?
immaterial
life sickens with it
the loathsome shade
disease-mottled fruits
spreading a sticky
veil
restorative dormant
shy elusive compassion
reaching out
and inward
to forgive
to melt the veil
room again
to breathe
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NPC (?)
happening again
(Whoah, déjà vu!)…
Last night’s fragmented fever dream
Unfolding here upon the screen
That ‘Supporting Actor’, see
Watch closely now, I think that’s me!
programme glitching
fourth wall drawing in
which reality in
fraying duality?
A curious window glimmers there
Unthinkable to leave a chance so rare
Watch now, another sidewise step
An opening beckons back of set…
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Unbeing
I walk in darkness
beneath a fathomless blue, cold
to the glare of a deceitful sun
I turn to nearby laughter,
a dark veil telescoping
the space between
I watch in numbness
apart from myself, unable to touch reality
from my two-dimensional void
I am a cardboard cut-out
A shadow puppet dancing
to a tune I can no longer hear
Would that I could snip the wires,
for just one breath…
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monoku 1
puff of red dust lacing endless static heat bringing me home
Somewhere in the Northern Territory
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Benediction
Have you ever noticed the stillness that gently calls when the world is just being?
Not doing. Just being. Waiting for us to notice.
I notice it most in the shifting Summer, as afternoon slants towards dusk. The world is embraced in light. Kindling from within each tree, each home, and the passing breeze. A singing glow that remakes each line and shape and colour more true. More real. The radiant trees seem almost to burst in their perfect, vibrant stillness. The luminous faces of buildings speak of people who have grown and loved and lived within their walls.
I love the world I live in. Those moments of stillness when I feel the world sing, hold my moments of silent thanks.
