ocean’s weft
spinifex cradles shifting form
ever liminal
circle of life
-
Happiness Sketch
The three of them straggle toward the gate
dust dancing the playground behind
Youngest rushing to join the lead, feet tangle
he stumbles, he falls –
‘Ooph’ flat on his belly, almost frozen in time
small face wide
in anxious trust
eyes fixed on the man ahead
Murmured reassurance as father leans in,
a brief and urgent reply
then “Pop!” Dad calls, and the older man halts
“Joey wants to hold your hand.”
—the look on the older man’s face
—the look on the young fella’s face
So together ahead they stride
chests full in shared delight,
uncomplicated joy in the other
Joey and Pop
-
song of comfort
(new version)
memories hum
with scented refrain
of seasons’ drift
drowsy sun
turning
winters cradled in
silver down…
an eternal song
merging
here, then, now
breathe the wind
touch the colours
feel the earth
dust motes whirl
on a passing breeze
a fleeting kiss
wandering atoms
weaving
dancing home to
timeless pulse ~
unified whole
mingling
souls gone by
feel the earth
taste the air
sing the wind
-
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?
-
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 2
‘Old Man’s Beard’
winding through sun and shade
gaze held high
past detours kindly embraced
old wood patterning new
-
Circle Dance
curbside drift
of autumn leaves
edges
dancing in the sun
tuned to light-of-heart
breeze, like
the lace
of mother’s skirt
at her daughter’s
wedding
Gurwood Street, Wagga Wagga
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