A green bud breathing in,
say welcome to your kin,
a promising prospect of evolution,
let it grow as it makes a revelation.
Opening up to the world surrounding,
potential no longer withholding,
a mechanism of nature working its magic,
as mesmerising as a smoldering wick.
Green gives way to different colors,
reaching out tenderly are vivid petals,
Tuesday 8th June 2021 6:11 pm
Non existing life.
I miss deep kisses
And hands on my body.
I miss warm words
Nature goes on,
Blossoming in competition,
Nurture me with sunny spells
On empty train stations.
Spring in my heart,
But not in other's hearts.
I want to explode,
So full of life.
Blow all the ghosts away,
Past shadows of the winter.
Saturday 14th March 2020 12:45 pm
This piece, over twenty years old, came to me largely in a dream about being a poet.
We sat on the wharf at East Balmain,
where the ferries make the Harbour
and Robert Adamson floated away
with grace on the violent tide,
as we looked on the streams
of the living
(as in air, we were in motion)
and in action, and relative calm...
Sunday 29th October 2017 2:21 pm