Extension Pruners

(A poem written for my friend’s father.) A flurry of old crooners In a rush to buy pruners New on the market Top branches the target For short Baby boomers And old ladies in bloomers For the lethargically retired No ladder required Forget those short clippers We’ve got far reaching snippers There’s work to done … Continue reading →

Folsom Prison Blues Later

I was stuck in Folsom Prison, And time was a drink that dragged on Into nights of chorus I’d hear the whistle through cigarette tilted lips Where the drooping curl of cylindrical ash Stoked fires of anger in the nodding head And if that train, I heard comin Had ever thought to stop, I’d have … Continue reading →

Kangaroo Haven

She-Oaks hissed soothingly in the breeze whispering “you’ll be safe here” as mother and joey quietly bounced into their embrace in the distance masked lapwings barked orders for me to leave yet these ethereal trees held me also in this smile of a moment Here is a short video of the momenthttps://youtube.com/shorts/2xFisqSwZoU?si=-hh27irNYKzQWrQc Written for dversepoets … Continue reading →

Unscripted Revolt

Festival of writer’s has cancelled some words, words that are not palatable Genocide, is acceptable unless scribed from a victim’s pen Homogenous culture of the state is the preferred theme Incongruity of thought is divisive in nature, you must be silenced Jezebel of the written word… Knocked out, no one needs a Logical conversation or … Continue reading →

The Lady in the Lemon Dress

Her smile formed in the sparkles of sunlight shining through the leaves as she watched my little dog sniffing the base of every tree, busily tracing DNA lines of local canines the paper-thin skin of her face wrinkled with delight she appeared so fragile sitting there on the park bench dressed in her delicate lemon … Continue reading →

Ghost Like Cows

When it hits, it’s palpable, the epiphany of nothingness. It sneaks up on you while you think you are still relevant, with that half belief that something can come of nothing. It feels bleak, a ghost sheet cover you try to dance under, whilst feeling the weight of chains. There is not enough noise to … Continue reading →

My Garden This Summer Morning

My Garden This Summer Morning A spotted dove is resting with eyes half closed in the crepe myrtle tree this morning. She knows, here amidst the blooming pinks, she is safe. The sparrows are chattering softly to each other, a non-stop, sweet cacophony, however, the brown honeyeaters, brash as always, trumpet above them. They are … Continue reading →

And The Robin Sings

Yesterday I heard the soft calls of an eastern yellow robin he was hidden in the garden a gem of a mystery I was happy not to find. In the distance the storm bird heralded this calm could not last and the peaceful doves and pigeons scattered fleeing the winds of intolerance that came with … Continue reading →

Storm Horse

For Dversepoets Poetics: Creature Feature I chose Dora’s poetics prompt Running with Horses I wrote this poem which is a metaphor for horrendous storms we have been having but also a silly vestibular issue I am suffering, drawing this wild brumby…also under threat in this country kept me focused during a particularly bad day. I … Continue reading →

Hail Fire

Hail Fire On the side of the road, a lifeless corella has a gash to its head. Only its feathers fluttered in the breeze. Hail? I wondered. Standing next to it, confused was another corella. Mourning. That little corella stood there for hours, as if its world had ended and it had, corellas mate for … Continue reading →