Silence stirs into the room
And in a split second
Something beautiful happens:
Falling into one another,
But not just any kiss,
A kiss that feeds my hunger,
Fills my heart.
A taste that lingers--
You stand, hold out your hand;
An invitation to dance.
Silhouettes engage under pearlescent moonlight,
Embraced with patience: s...
Friday 21st May 2021 6:40 pm
Empty of its audience, red, plush velvet seats;
Sorrowful, in mourning.
No more echoes of applause,
the opening of a grandeur curtain,
Just a ghostly appearance,
Breathing in the past.
Dusty stage lights,
Costumes bleeding out their vibrany; silently decaying.
What do you call a stage
without a captivating drama?
Wednesday 10th February 2021 11:44 pm
Stepped outside the Big White Room
Closed the door behind me
Needing to see where I belong,
Trying to feel familiarity.
Writer’s block is brutal
-A stab in the back from loyalty.
Needless to say I lost myself
Trampled by a monotonous society.
Tuesday 12th January 2021 9:50 pm
I would like my naked toes to caress a field of poppies
to dance; a fine expression of freedom and happiness.
to look up at the clear blue skies
and listen to the sound of singing birds
in the midst of wonderful harmony.
For time to stand still, a chance to inhale
To truly take in life, and the precious moments it can hold.
Thursday 10th December 2020 3:45 pm
Our ignorance makes colour just an illusion
We latch onto black and white for vision
Purifying our naivety, protecting our fears
Whether it be blood, sweat, or tears; no trace can be found
Recognition is the key to unearth beyond our judgemental lines.
We deny ourselves the truth, yet believe in immortality.
Observing a bag soar through the wind
Can you feel its freedom?...
Sunday 13th September 2020 10:39 pm
So many nights I have rested beneath the unnerved sky,
plucking the strings of a lyre.
Sacrificed made decisions to be free-spirited.
I'm living the life of a Bohemian
comforted by desires and serenity
just like a canvas invites paint to a dance.
Red wine spices my tongue
feeling the essence as I swallow.
Wiping the discoloured effect from my lips.
Strewn grass caresses my feet
Sunday 26th July 2020 7:51 pm
Penetrating through soft light clouds: airspace; blended for all who dare to impress.
Assiduous Amy Johnson did just that: a derring-do role model: a legacy;
relative in the minds of many that still lives on.
Renowned for her solo flight: London to Australia in 1930.
Transcended the hitherto, male domination, seizing world-recognition.
Flying away from ground possessions, flying amongst the s...
Sunday 26th July 2020 7:13 pm
If living for subsisting
or existing to survive
Purpose stays elusive
any sense can’t derive
Going about in vortex
moving at rapid pace
No time for indulgence
in own personal space
Stuck in same tedium
since been on to avoid
On face near amiable
but zest seems devoid
In inferred conspiracy
end's nowhere in sight
Thursday 21st April 2016 7:28 am
State Wards are funny creatures
flittering winglessly from place to place
showing their colours to very few
and then only in hope of finding love
all the while needing compassion
like butterflies need leaves to land on
More happened in care that out
more pain and heartache suffered
than those who handled us could know
Counselors and Matrons
Saturday 14th June 2014 12:50 pm