The trucky’s kid
Dad makes me fresh squeezed juice / And vegemite on toast / And a little bit of cheese on top / That’s the part that I like most.
Can I feel your hand / pass before my eyes;
Emma snippet – Daisy Cat
Now Joe’s dead, now he’s dead, / Reunited with his dead horse Ned.
Darkness before the dawn
Are they your wings I hear / throbbing in my ears? / Your feathers touch my shoulders / sloped from burdened years.
A thank you to all who have shown me support
Perspective, each has given me – all those who know me best.
In your moment
Or are there voices taunting you / with loving words of care, / but expecting the impossible …
So she waits forever more / under the loquat tree.
The teddy bear tree
Down beside the old Teddy Bear Tree / if you look very closely you might see …
true love once tested falls foul in one’s mind
Yes, Frank thought he was a budgie / Even his scales weren’t belied / That he couldn’t whistle and swing / Out of water, that’s why he died.
So I helped the shoe-lorn arthropod, / sorting the bath debris. / There was nothing under the loofa, / nothing that I could see.
There’s plenty a peg to hang your coat / space for swinging your cat
A little birdie told me
Turning taps to fill your need / to hose down paths of concrete
For those wrongs committed / on summer hell fire days.
A gentle breeze makes waving reeds / almost complete the scene
I can hear the ocean
I look at the opalescene of the conch shell that I hold / and wonder at the tiny people living in its fold.
My Broom Only Holds One
“I can only carry one more,” / Sybilla said, “just one!” / “So whose turn is it this year / to come and have some fun?”
And so, thy godess spreads her skirts / and mortals delve within
floating in water / flying at night / dreams on a breeze / clouds so white
Look! No Difference.
It’s true to say that the sprites black and white, / with the clarity of soul and unprejudiced sight, / could teach the world lessons ever …