Poetry Blogs (2017, moon)
Cowaramup is a small farming and tourist community in the Margaret River wine region of South-West Western Australia. My visit long ago remains an unsettling memory of alienation.
The blue-black raven night
draws opal-scented folds
from quicksilver sparkle, scattered
like smashed glass over meeting grounds.
So it is, at this paddock fence
beside the scoop o...
Saturday 16th December 2017 2:40 pm
In the long small hours of dark Through the later time of darkness
I pause and gaze out at the stars As we lay entwined beneath the moon
Somehow the frosted ground The nightly scene now sacred
Sharpens the air and the starlight Welcomes the soft moonglow
Which lights my very soul: Entering both...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 1:35 pm
When, at the end of a complicated season
of argument and negotiation
I check, and find that the moon is dark.
And will soon be new,
I consider the things undone
That will not now be done
And the things unexplained
Which will leave large pools of dissatisfaction
And I breathe out, out, emptying the air
From my lungs, and the worries
From my head; letting it a...
Saturday 9th September 2017 5:38 pm
Going to die if I can't write
the moon is falling falling
out the sky time is blind
the night flies by,
wind screams sin,
a howling white oblivion
time time time
ticks ticks ticks
dust to rock to dust
squared and triangled
into the blue
I follow the rainbow
the echo drips
Wednesday 6th September 2017 10:26 pm
The sky has now faded from view
Now the only light left is from you
Sometimes I feel afraid at night
but then your glow makes me feel alright
The energy that makes me feel delight
This energy releases me from the monotonous daylight responsibilities
It allows me to be me and to fully embrace everything that I see
The tense person I was an hour ago has left and now I am ...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 4:02 am
As I look at the moon tonight.
It is full and bright
blue illuminates through
my mind, stars align.
I am fine.
I've been burning up inside
my twisted demise,
lost my mission,
lost my way,
lost my vision.
Each night I sit with silence,
enveloped in despair.
penning lines in my mind,
I fail to keep,
losing too much sleep.
Monday 27th February 2017 10:14 am
It's time for bed,
the walrus said;
and so it is as now.
It's time for bed,
and so my head
is ready for the bow.
But words still gait
upon the wilt
of never and the row.
And gone are they
that hope and pray
for ever and for thou.
It's time for bed
the moon has said;
yet ever in her tide,
the moon is dead
and night has fled,
and dawn is by her side.
So wilt the sky,
in blossom ...
Monday 6th February 2017 12:41 am
Each night I fall in love all over again
With this world, this life, the things around me.
The darkness is inviting, I find comfort in its depths.
Many fear what the night holds, but I spend each day looking forward to the night.
Finally alone, able to strip myself of this worldly mess.
I am myself in the evening,
I come alive in the night.
The sun reveals too much, too many ...
Tuesday 24th January 2017 4:02 am