(i) everywhere I go Venus follows me with her gaudy eye (ii) we don’t talk unless the great white casement gapes and then we are hurled blind as daisies we catch at petals hoping they'll be solid (iii) the sunset raves about the new-gone day and here am I review unreviewed ready to step clockwise ‘round the evening (iv) The mountain is zebra-striped with death breeding stories of fires and pickled air the other night, I drove up here and the mist drifted white counters sawing the windscreen it’s not that I don’t like driving it’s that the photos tumble by untaken I saw a wallaby jump the arnco a standing start higher than its head easy as grace and clouds like apostrophes shorten the horizon a lone duck guards the bridge (v) I cook prawns they curl in the pan butter & garlic the soft waft as though days will never change
a few chunks
Published
Out of the Cave 
Lovely 😍
~David
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Thanks David
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Ah, but they always do, for better or for worse you can count on that. I loved your opening segment here; it just had to be a good poem after that.
–Shay
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It’s like a beautiful quilt whose pieces are stitched together.
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Thanks, Misky. I like that comparison.
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This feels like a glimpse of the poet’s mind/eye life. I love the movement between poetic description (not sure that’s what I’m trying to say…) and the snapshots of life; the drive, the wallaby, duck and prawns in the pan…
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stanza $4 is a stand-out ; all those images, all those photos ‘tumble by untaken’ —
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Thanks John
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Wonderful. I especially like the first part. And the lines:
it’s not that I don’t like driving
it’s that the photos tumble by
untaken
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thanks John
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Sorry Bob my computer isn’t keeping up with me. I’m out bush and the internet connection isn’t as fast as I’m used to. I did want to thank John but I also wnated to thank you. 🙂
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Haha. No problem.
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Beautiful!!! ❤
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Thank you, Kate. How are you all, anyway? The chooks we bought from you continue well. Little Stormy (named by my son) had a patch of illness but we kept her indoors a couple of days and fed her delicacies and she seems to have come good. My Mum now has four of them including one that looks like becoming a very handsome rooster. As long as he stays kind, he’ll be allowed to stay.
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Usually I steer clear of the word “chunks” unless it’s describing ice cream or lobster salad.
I’m glad I didn’t pass this one by. It’s superb!
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Lol. Thank you.
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Fantastic.
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