Gratitude
Gratitude
Category: Musings & Personal
To the sea
I stand above the solemn fieldwhere strangers come to seewhatever shall be wishing forin news endowed to thee I walk beside the strangest beachwhere friends of all kinds walkand then I dance the dance, so dearbut cannot talk the talk But ever shall we wonderwhatever could have beenif only I had held your handif only I had … Continue reading To the sea
Ne’er to go
The wind shakes – the ground breaks – your eyes wake and blink a joyful string your baggage light delight in spring and build create God’s guild love, laugh then chide – before I lose my alibi I reached the wall – a no-through road – yet in your arms I fell … Continue reading Ne’er to go
dead poets
The teacher, on the table, stood (to some a block), a plank of wood yet there stood a scribe with task to feed those beyond mere reasoning a calculated world we’re living in with textbook teachings of the past think, my friends – with majesty within you is the test to see dead … Continue reading dead poets
Finals football at the ‘G’
The 'G'. The ground that draws a crowd. This is the time of the year when everyone's attention turns to football - in Australia at least. In the US they broadcast the game we love and created at 3am when you are all in bed sound asleep but there are a few of you I … Continue reading Finals football at the ‘G’
Wild days
Oh but for those wild days Where the yardarm greets the sun I could abate the little bird And be the only one Who stands upon a portal And sings upon a rock Who nestles in the silent night Walking to the expanse of the dock Why jump; one thinks and ponders Why … Continue reading Wild days
More than myself
Can I create more than myself And if I can, must I? Is livelihood (like solitude) About to pass me by? At times we associate With a view - a sight to see A sense of fatal curfew – Of our own mortality Can I build a house to share – Must I share it … Continue reading More than myself
I think of thought…
What do I think of thought Or can I only feel A touch as tender as the breeze Or hard as bovine – ‘fore the veal What do I think of thought What does she think of me As hard to the touch as a scab Or soft and supple Alike thee Bereft of kindness … Continue reading I think of thought…
Camellia
He walked amongst the many and came across the one – the one who made him feel like he was walking on a cloud. Wearing Leopard-spotted ‘happy shoes’ she was a slim little thing, five foot six at most, wearing black, skin-tight yoga pants that hugged her legs, and a silky beige shirt hanging out over her … Continue reading Camellia
busy-ness
Been busy shading under a tree while this same-sex marriage survey blows over. But in fact I've been trying my hand at greeting card writing. For those writers of you out there it might go against the grain, so to speak - probably flies in the face of what 'real' writing is all about. See! … Continue reading busy-ness
