Like a brilliant sapphire...

Like a brilliant sapphire...

Dawn light glistening

On an ebony curtain

The first kookaburra laughs

In the distance

In the dark outside...

In the dark outside

Whining wind whirls

I feel like a tiny bobbin

Being wound and

Wound

When a morning frizzles...

When a morning frizzles...

When the coffee spills and

The cereal sogs

When a trip over the cat

Launches a flying clunk with the glass door

Take a quiet walk in Nature with

Proper walking shoes...

Seeking a mantra...

Seeking a mantra in

The chants of Nature

Sheep grazing

Cows drifting to their morning milking

Piccolo rings of rosellas

Classical sighs of winds

Brushing tall yellow grasses

Ohm's in a soft minor chord

Yesterday...

Yesterday

There were no harps in my midnights

Only a double bass

Plucking...

But that was yesterday...

If you want to understand...

If you want to understand

The art of meditation

Watch the stillness of a cat on a chair

For awhile...

Meditation

A weeping veil...

A weeping veil of morning mists

The illusion of feeling grey

From winter shoes...

From winter shoes

Liquid shades of vermilion

Stream hungry curls into the winds

The fire

In my soul

Understands

Tender pink...

Tender pink

Blue and grey

Dawn surf

Crimping to the mountain shoreline

Inked with a shield of

Scavenger wings

Rubies and diamonds...

Rubies and diamonds in the mist

Sad, synthetic gems on the freeway

Shearing time...

Shearing time

Trees must bow to

Power lines

Walking...

Walking

Sipping mellow Autumn sunlight

A tiny little old lady

Shirley Temple curls

Passed by

Smiling

And wished me

A wonderful day

Ducks stir...

Ducks stir ripples on a pond

Reflection colours stream into

Pulsing silk

Tiny tractor train...

Tiny tractor train at Point Nepean
No walls

Intimate cruise to land's end

Fluttering sleepy...

Fluttering sleepy eyelashes/ Wispy pink eyeshadow/
Morning mists

TWEETERISED

Fruit and flakes...

Fruit and flakes cocktail/ Morning nectar

TWEETERISED

My bills continually...

My bills continually exceed my bank savings/
Yet I feel blessed to be rich in spirit

TWEETERISED

I'm not possessed...

I'm not possessed by pretentious platitudes

TWITTERISED

Churned froth and bubble...

Churned froth and bubble/ Addictive dark aromas/
Kitchen morning song

TWITTERISED

I am a patch...

I am a patch of pastel grey Autumn water today

Bathed in a little golden first light

Like a crucible of

Limpid

Swelling

Questions

One special tree...

One special tree (with no Latin identity)

Sometimes slow

Sometimes fast growing

Dubious fruit

Prone to

Weather changes

Multi-dimensional

Pests

Natural and

Un-natural

Disasters and

No guarantee of re-growth

The money tree

It's a Cosco...

It's a Cosco kind of day

A bulk deal of rain

May I
And can I
Choose to reject?

It is good to hear...

It is good to hear

The trilling scale of birdsong

Drowning the

Mausoleum

Drone of

The freeway

* Published on A Handful of Stones Tuesday 10th May 2011

Fermenting...

Fermenting

When vintage beauty is a wink of wine

Autumn colours

This dull grey day...

This dull grey day

Needs

Serious

Hair dye treatment

Never let stale...

Never let stale memories fragment you

My cold...

My cold is doing a drizzle dance

Partners beware

I love the tweets...

I love the tweets of your mind

Your 140 words have no limitations

The sunshine charm...

The sunshine charm of yesterday

Crumbles into

Hollow

Graveyard mist

After a whirlwind affair...

After a whirlwind affair with

Grey rain

Sedate marriage with

Homely sunshine is

Welcome

Dawn Dew...

Dawn dew on a leaf

Crystal rainbow

Home...

Home...

Scuffed

Re-invented

Uniforms

Spill out from

The school bus

Morning questions...

Morning questions...

Will my darkness linger

Will tears

Rain

Will my light

Grow

The museum of yesterday...

The museum of yesterday

Forgotten

Untouched

A fairy sprinkling

Small
Gold

Dust

Cobweb...

Cobweb

Fine sticky lures

Like your silvered strings

I crave...

I crave a piece of your midnight

To filter the glare of my day

In a corner...

In a corner

At the bottom of the cupboard

Crumpled

Your old

Once loved

Jumper

Turned inside out

In the twilight hours...

In the twilight hours of a restless midnight

Ideas need poetry

Almost Easter...

Almost Easter...

The first school term ended today

I feel my weary body is

Trapped in

An over-active mind

Still living in the teaching

Marking

Recording

Labyrinth of

Paperwork correctness

The befuddling

Scrawled network of

Progressive education

I feel

I AM

Almost Easter...

Jingling jabber...

Jingling jabber

Pro active

Visual twitter

Quality entertainment in a teaspoon

The pill we must enjoy

TV advertisement

Darkness beyond...

Darkness beyond the blurry

          Two way

          Window

Becalmed in a prism

           of lamplight

First colours...

First colours of morning

First sinewy shapes of a new day

Sands laced...

Sands laced with small waves

Ambrosia for weathered feet