An Apple

Apple of my eye, Eve incarnate
from rib of man's first child,
temptress tempted, fate incurred,
gods and angels crowd around
this Tigris grove, fiery breath,
songs of Seraphim, dimly audible,
in the rushing of the leaves,
the creaking of the tree,
bulging with the weight
of that ominous fruit,
the rushes in the river,
the sun's loud rays,
the words spoken
for the very first time,
and at evening,
that gaze upwards
to that silver pregnant moon,
rising and rising
for the very first time.

The Mark


Slither a-sliver of sleepy self,
dreams wake up to life renewed,
all overturning inside lovelessness,
like leaves of autumnal hue disperse.

Trees line the fringe of last refuge,
bones and skin keep in the storm,
cattish shrieks light up the night,
as alley life steps to the mark.

Memoire

Haze, surrounded by grey garlands of steamy thought,
Unwrapped into unfolding weavelets,
Turmoil and mayhem abound,
As in Pandora opening a treasure trove of woe.

Serene unquestions ask of themselves
Nothing so outstretched as time lost,
Perceived in agongy,
Or thronged in abject pain.

Walk though a wooded glen,
Smile though a furrowed pang,
Talk with a smooth whisper,
And never ever forget!

Looking Back

Walked through a green,
a copse of thoughts assembled
by ancient spectres,
forever lurking,
just out of reach.

Sang a song of hope,
for the trees and reeds,
lining the river,
where once I swam
when still a boy.

Loved a life,
lived in and out of time,
reaching for so much,
stumbling along the way
into my own sense of me.

Sky Disc

Eye, hung on a pin,
high above a smouldering,
ancient world,
sees all, knows all,
saw us before we came into being.
This solemn vizor may yet smile
upon little feeble ways,
displays of petty anger,
wars, hurt and more.
Placate it, lest there be wrath forecoming,
greet its rising complexion,
each and every day.

Teardrop

Sleek, forget me not,
to slide down a shapely cheek,
and look up one more time,
at eye curved in solitude,
passion crumbled,
night embraced.

Lines


Fox-like gloves left on the lawn
summer smiles a tender yawn

Velvet grass, damp with due
all the world left to pursue

A word, a gesture; anything.

Status Quo

In the gentle morning, I see
All around concentrated
In the tiniest droplet of steam
Sullenly sliding down the side
Of an over-boiling kettle.
No fear, no sweat;
Just one more day of
Living with myself.

Here I stand
Upon the line
Between then and now,
Fairly fearless, yet motionless too,
Speech evaporated,
Thoughts scurrying off,
And me still here,
And another day,
Of me with me.

Fondness

A whisper in mad morning,
earnest flutterings of an unquiet mind,
forever nearer to what I perceive as glee,
untold memories, linger within.

Soft silver afternoon,
dispensed my former gloom
revived by aeons of not-quite-belonging here,
and thoughts induced of what might have been.

A slinking sense of fondness
for all that was, and myself included,
pervades my inner sanctum now,
and no crow appears too dark,
no heart shows up too scarlet,
as all is as all should be.

Gold

Where is that centre of all belonging, and more?
Is it in the stillness perceived in the midst of tragedy,
Blissful incantations of divine sanctuary received,
Oceans of turmoil and remnants of feelings,
All washed away in the flick of a tear-stained lash?

Nostalgic Forecast

I walk ablaze in a whirlwind dream
unable to focus on inner mayhem,
Words unravel into tangled webs,
sustain a sense of still-born fear.
Well within the spring inside,
feelings, notions roar.
I wish to sever heart from mind,
and pass through that dark door.

Silence fills a stark-white room
with nothing but remembrance.

Statutory Muse

World unfold a tearful eye
Over seas of tranquil glee

Further up ahead I glance
Something I had longed to see

Clouds that smile upon my face
Fondness from on high

All the signs still to retrace
My soul must crave to fly.

Stellar Faze

World weary untold tapestries of stars surround
Eagerish eyes, too soft for confrontation
Delirium bound for agony enhanced
By all of my life that went before.

I take a tablet of my own making
And forego the privilege of breathing out
All that I contain remains within
My soul to perish, yet proves devout.

One stellar dream to unravel itself
One hope to descend upon me gently

I faze out and in,
And out.

Austral Days

Never ever dared to dream
Thoughts collide in flights of fancy
Deepest joy anticipates
Nothing stirs yet awkwardly.

I feel a feather on a breeze
Gentler, gentler still
I move upon a brighter way
And face each coming day.

So many years I wished for this
To see that land, those faces
Not knowing what to fear or miss
I re-traced my own re-traces.

A world away, is where I’ll be
To find another world, anew
Want to wake up from my reverie
And soak up all its light, imbue.

Southern Cross may welcome us
Two loners on a path of glee
Our love will reinforce, and thus
Bring my soul’s own breath to me.

Blue Haze Remembered

A sleep surrounded by a dream
That stretches on throughout the day,
Where all that isn’t bright must seem
An arcane sadness on display.

A thought enveloped by a hope
That imparts a sense of splendid wonder.
My lust and love plan to elope
And settle somewhere yonder.

A kiss caressed by passions pure,
Which, breathing fiery clouds of glee,
Inspires and does entice and lure,
Then brings you back to me.

Lost and found, we care to live,
Knowing Fate may take or give.

Rambling Associations

Dream, thought, sleep surrounded
Fenced-in undertows of worlds
As yet undiscovered, near-hovering
From alabaster cloud-constructed pods,
Everlasting breath

Followed a sheepless trail of heather
Grey storming hopeful skies winked rain at us;
My heart of hearts so tenderly evoked, and
These memories I have to tread on,
Ever so very gently.

Made tearful cups of ginger tea
From droplets left on rocks in streams
Too well hidden, too remote from cities, words

Made love from sparkling nights of woe
Felt sodden, cold from feeling all,
Lay down to dream a dream of hope.

Orbit

To write my self a sparkling verse
That shines forever onward,
To where the light of life surrounds
And kindness need not hide.

To twirl my soul onto the core
Where all awkwardness subsides,
And deep within my inner calm
Still deeper me resides.

To speak a word of love so true
It liberates this world I own,
And forfeits not what might have been
When love had left me all alone.

I’d sail on whispers in the night
To shore up anchor in your sight.

Dawn Chorus


My erstwhile dreams of love surround
Our hearts and minds and souls.
Our eagerness at last has found
What satisfies and yet cajoles.

Inspired to ever greater heights,
We live and love and breathe.
Fixed clearly, hope within our sights
Our inner selves we now unsheathe.

Stricken by our sense of glee,
Pale sorrow takes to flight.
In love, our love-filled eyes can see
A world of life and light.

One heart speaks to its counterpart,
United, they make the night depart.

South Land

What on earth lies yet ahead?
The will to discover where I'm from,
Whispers, snippets of half-embraced memories,
Yellowing photographs in sticky summer drawers,
My first bank book with Donald Duck on the front,
Dad building his ~our~ own house;
Wood and nails and persperation,
Australian sun scorches my eager mind,
Even before I get there.

Lift

An eye upon an ogre sky,
I left my world once more to fly.
To soar ahead of mortal stresses
And feel the breeze’s sweet caresses.

An ear would hear what would remain
Of tired mind and urban brain.
To feast upon the heavens’ sound;
Such revelry is seldom found.

A hand reached out to touch another,
My love or guide; my arcane mother.
To feel once more connected to
What breathes in and believes in you.

Upon the brightest waves we rode
On Pegasus to your abode.