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…
Free verse
Non-rhyming poetry with no specific meter
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Unbeing
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Astigmatism
all that I know is shaped
within
the opalescent membrane
of a looping
colour-bleached bubble
forever tethered
to our collective —
my tribe
stretched to the widest
of limited reach
while shadow self
whispers the way
beyond translucent caul
are shadows and light
in constant play —
never surely known
except by the tales
I’ve dreamt
to myself
today I ask, what shape
my space, how wide?
from in here
can I truly know
you, over there?can we trust all we know
lands in truth?
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None of This is the Truth
A spoken word poem
brain fart
puff of self deception
cortisol coursing
discoursing
divorcing reality
thoughts false
true
false
‘my truth’
the truth
One Truth?
place
time
perceptions shifting
sands shaking
tomorrow’s truth in flux
yesterday’s truth
forgotten
reformed
reshaped
restyled
remade
a new truth
which truth mine?
which truth where to wear?
which truth to fight for?
which against?
for which to di—live
…breathe
none of this is truthImage: home, Wagga Wagga NSW, Australia
Reading: Anne Seebach
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Reading
Mind hangs lazy
on the hazy edge of real
Couch cozy days
scented with drifts of laughter
wafting from beyond
the wall
A sleepy Sunday…. Monday?
Whenday
Drifting between the pages
time bound, unbound, unravelled
remade
beating to the rhythm of the page
Who is me?
synapses patterning
to the texture of the tale
lines blurring
merging
emerging
lifetimes traversing
And somehow all of me
before and now, is more than
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The Emptiness
— elegy in retrospect —
and still I count
that measureless time
when you were here
the relentless
procession of moments
since you were not
again – again – again
the flickering sunrise aches
in weighty silence
no friendly bell again to sound
in time for a cosy cup
the empty sky of a loaded day
coldly backlights the loss of tensegrity
once gift-wrapped in your hug
each orbit of the sun less vibrant
without you
my friend
time an aspect of space
that ebbs and flows
each day
and vacant eons slowly fill
the space
you left behind
and still I count
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Core
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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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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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
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The Space Between
Even in silence
there is a rhythm
those moments
between
then
and then
and then
when the world just quietly waits
for the next
beat
everything simply being
in perfect stillness
even me
and my heart is full
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