exhale
awareness nestling into velvet silence
sound, touch, sigh of the world
softly settling into stillness
words drift unspooling
feathers of paper ash
melting on a breath
mind releasing
falling aside
depthless
timeless
here
now
am
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All categories and themes
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Core
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haiku 5
delicate remnants
brighter than reflected life
once butterfly
Victory Memorial Gardens, Wagga Wagga
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Impression
Memories whisper to the wind.
Gossamer remnants gentled and sifted
in timeless, endless eddies.
Lightly drifting
settling softly on they, we, me.
Do you hear them?
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ocean fire
the colour white —
symbol of purity, clarity, serenity, wisdom….. and death
oceans deep
our gardens fade
in relentless choking
heat
sunshine swells
we stretch content
with shade cloth ever in
reach
blind eyes smile
in careless pleasure
a coral reef sprinkled
white
heedless yet
of the colour death
seeping the seabeds’
crown
brittled teeth
in death mask grin
bared against the
tide
a ghost reef gleams
under crystal jade
an echo of lifetimes
past
our loss too
we crabs in a kettle
blithely simmering into the night‘ocean fire’ was inspired by the ongoing work of the Coral Gardeners, as documented beautifully in their five-minute film ‘Ocean on Fire – Who listens when the ocean cries for help?’
https://youtu.be/YD7vhWFXjdI?si=40DJQHEikrUbUhTL
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Cattus
you
with your wide
green gaze
beseeching all
and nothing
seeking pleasure
in a caress
only to hiss
and flee
when closeness
overwhelms
I miss you
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tanka 4
starless night sky calls ~
waning moon and dwindling sap
murmurs in my veins
budding change as old leaves fall
rising heart for new bloom’s form
Gurwood St Woolies, Wagga Wagga -
tanka 1
wild mother…
primordial kinship stirs
with salty caress
her ‘otherness’ pulling deep
true commune lost to time
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tanka 2
‘Old Man’s Beard’
winding through sun and shade
gaze held high
past detours kindly embraced
old wood patterning new
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Thread
an unexpected fragrance
sudden on the autumn night air
warm paraffin
memory of a candle
somewhere
flaring bright
time briefly wobbles
and is gone
with the scent of nostalgia -
Ode to Coffee
inhaling, savouring
sweet prophylactic bitterness
sharpening
the corners of the mind
bracing the soggy edges
of a coddled ego
inoculating
against the rigours
of the day to come
even decaf yes
(no hate)
our ptisan
for the world-weary brain
Cullen Bay, Darwin
