The fog moves on...

The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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...

Monday, April 25, 2011

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

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Friday, April 22, 2011

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Monday, April 18, 2011

Walking...

Walking
Sipping mellow Autumn sunlight
A tiny little old lady
Shirley Temple curls
Passed by
Smiling
And wished me
A wonderful day

Thursday, April 14, 2011

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

Saturday, April 9, 2011

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

Friday, April 8, 2011

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...