Out of the moon came a minnow misguided minutiae distinct as a creviced crustacean from the pond jumped the sunlight bristling boldly as the frog watched alone his tongue reaching for flies nature, so sweet – a droplet – she cried (an unusual kind of intel design) throughout – from the … Continue reading Goodnight
There was a young man named Blewitt Who stood on a hilltop in Druitt He measured its height And said with delight It’s not a hill – it’s a mountain – I knew it! picture courtesy of https://www.intofilm.org/films/16055
I stand before the solitude Of life with nothing in it And look into the deepest well Run dry over the season And as I look I think and dwell Of anything beyond it Horizons yet to spark a light Or freeze the nightmare of it I sound a warning to the sky … Continue reading Those I know
One day I saw kangaroos Hopping and jumping at you I punched one in the guts And then in the nuts And that ended a stoush and a blue
The storm-bird coosThe fruit tree smiles - Summer rain brings tears
The sun dancedThe water playedA bud became a flower
The mud shakes handswith the sole of my shoes - a cloudburst shakes the sky
Crevicesand chasms - the rocky mountain weeps
Waterfall - Cascading From the mountain in my mind
A waterfall is falling from the mountain in my mind It is glowing it is glistening sharing with a kind Of miracle that’s mending a life with fearless cheer Led by the richest – by the poorest both afar and near Near to what I wonder – where does the water … Continue reading Waterfall
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