dear moon, your full & timeless clock face lumbers sweetly to sky's zenith nightly to be clipped by nature's secateurs until in quiet arc you let blackness paint your trail. but such brief concession! re-seeding bravely unshyly reigniting unfurling, centripetal your stubborn orbit unmaimed Written for dVerse's Quadrille #127 Planting Seeds
you have the Darwin awards that you wily survivors may feel better about yourselves clothed like irony in the intelligence of your decisions. oh sad species unclip yourself from false reflections and wash, nay scrub, clean my air of your putrid carbon abuse. run your tea strainers through my oceans like lice combs through the … Continue reading Letter to the Editor from Earth
May has arrived. I watch the trees light up in their flaming pre-sleep cacophony. Our May pole, in the southern hemisphere, is the downward spiral of unbridled leaves sifting to the wind-skittered piles below. The children do not hold ribbons, but duck and fling, fingers stretched to the sweet blue sky, or scuff noisily through … Continue reading May #TheChangingSeasons
Balance on one toe on the tip an iceberg “the arctic is on fire” on the tipping point tippy toe tip slipping “Global GDP to fall 25 per cent without more climate action, banks warn” precarious not falling but feeling the feeling “the most severe physical and economic impacts of climate change.” the dizzy wait … Continue reading On the Tip
Oh dandelion your little valued flower explodes into stars - such cosmic pretention.
This autumn splendour singular and incandescent like a lotus flower in a concrete billabong.
Like the red-gold and yellow trees I’m shucking leaves - my bones are bare to knife clean air Branches stiff, tall skeletons stark early the dark oaks still weeping winter creeping. Does a tree feel a loss of self - grief on a shelf for all to see like naked me? Written for MLMM's Lucky … Continue reading For Lost Pieces
A shooting star doesn’t plan its trajectory anymore than us through infinity’s fathomless maw. I’ll walk a while in the desert, feel the horizon escaping me and absorb honestly the resounding gong of my humility as sand cries small streams into the holes left by my heels. At night, under the cooling gaze of a … Continue reading Stopping at the Incense Storing Temple
Warning: This may have 44 words but calling it a Quadrille is somewhat pretentious. I don’t get: 1) people putting biodegradable dog turds into plastic and into landfill! 2) vets saying dogs shouldn’t eat bones (Isn’t that anti-evolution?) 3) the dog breeder promoting tinned food over delicious home cooked stew. It’s just bothersome companies looking … Continue reading Pet Peeves
under the plane trees leaves kiss lips brown with long summer swinging where the piles are deepest, children raise reckless chaos faces collapsible in mirth suspended russet plummets like eyelashes flirting, resting a moment rakish & Bohemian on a head of curls and then a breeze (or specious jaguar?) arches its patchwork spine in colourful … Continue reading autumn