Latest Poems

I begin again
the same cards
another house

My feet of clay
tucked away
in boots of Spanish leather

At the dam
sheep drinking
their reflections

Each wave
ever so slowly
wears the rock

Dust devils
dance in the distance
Darker each day

Long days
I drift toward
no particular port

After last jobs
I sit and watch
the stars brighten

Turning a rock
what's usually hidden
isn't

Down a long road
in an old car
trailing dust

The shovel handles first splinter

Along the path
the wind
takes my tracks

My old skins
become rags
get thrown away

The rut I run
because I need
the money

Along the river
a motor mutters
into silence

New Micropoetry

Through leaves
the flicker
of birds in flight


Ring
around a ragged moon
broken cloud


Almost touching their reflections
ducks arrow
the lakes length


One stone so many ripples


Wind blown leaves
my thought
become words


The random roll
of a plastic cup
down an empty street


An old rock
in the water
trailing bubbles


The trees
laughing
kookaburras


The mountains within
the hardest
to climb


Each fragile flower
ready to ride
the breeze


Jutting rocky outcrops all tumbledown too


Never knowing
where I'll land
I leap

 
Backlit
your eyes
beautiful


All
a sparrows life
a hawks' lunch


Reason my rock
washed loose
and rolling


Tree by tree
dissolves...
drifting rain


What wreckage this
washing up against
rocky reality

Micropoetry to May 2012

From puddle
to puddle
the sky and I


From nothing
to nothing
bubbles on the stream


Why not
I say
thinking of all the reasons


Adrift in time
awash on tides
too deep to fathom


As if flowers were taking flight
the air
blossoming butterflies


All my long years
and still these dark depths
unpumbed


My little boat
asail upon an ocean
dark miles deep


The years
wash over us
roll and polish us
'till at last
we shine


Seeing patterns
in a random background
finds the tiger


An ever deepening tapestry
this world
weaving itself


Earth
the colour
of autumn trees


I may be dreaming
but I've lived a lot longer
than the average butterfly


All
a sparrows life
a hawks' lunch


Your passing comment
still resonating
half a lifetime on


In the headlights
my shadow
touching the stars


Rain
paints the wind
wet


Backlit
your eyes
beautiful


Reason
my rock
washed loose and rolling


Cross referencing
everything I am and have been
this aging brain


Left of centre
somewhere
right of madness


wave
after wave
after wave
eon
upon eon

 
late afternoon
memory
my shadow

Dragons at Play

Dragons at play amidst cloud shrouded mountains
Shy enough never to fully be seen
Just flickers and flashes, Occasional lightning
And our inner eye surveying the scene.

For there is more to it all than our outward senses
With their limited range can manage to glean.
We turn to our dreams and imaginations-
Intelligence tapping the veins unseen.

Such Cunning Creatures Crows

Gliding to a stop
With a flutter and a hop,
Aglitter in the light,
Black and yet so bright.
Dancing as they feed
Where a farmer sowing seed
Has turned the earth about
Now inside faces out.
Then the tractors circling sound
All arise and wheel around
To settle back behind
There's fresh turned worms to find.
Gliding in to stop
With a flutter and a hop.

Slumbering Dragon

Cracking and tumbling in slabs and blocks
          Jumbled up in piles
A wild and wonderful realm of rocks
          Ridges that run for miles.

Jutting in jagged dragons spines
           Tilting toward the sky,
Their ancient layers weathered in lines
          Where the crumbling stratas die.

                    Cracking and tumbling...

Breaking of the Drought

The atmosphere trembles as rumbling thunder
Reverberates over the lightning lit plains.
And then a great crash as the sky splits asunder
The storm is upon us and wild eyed with wonder
Children run catching the first drops of rain.