The Banyan Tree

The banyan tree danced in gentle sway long before this urbanised decay took its place; the selfish choice of man, with a need for more – a master plan? The banyan grew in twists of knowing, knotted in fear; man’s need for growing, and whilst now saved from the sap-drenched axe, others made way for…

A flower awakens

A flower blossoms; made in time from decaying life. Death handpicked to return to Earth, to join what was before. To become churned aeons of past life’s dirt, to fill the bed, to sew the seed, allowing flower’s frolicking fun to begin. To eventuate into a delicate, blooming beauty, swaying to the beat of a…

Bolaro

Origins A family home Babies born A loving tone Five grew here And so many more A yard of wonder To explore Backyard of grass The concrete path To garaged back Wooden table’s hearth Those wooden steps To piled rocks Where mud pies baked Incinerator pops The gardened walls The climbing tree Way to the…

Death Wish

Tone Check Smile Reply Distracted Corner Car Dead MT

Beauty takes beauty

Lightning flashes, bolts of brilliant white cross darkened skies. Heavens billow in electric dancing pulses, strobing endless. How beautiful you are, a musing question without a mark. ’til word passes down through echoing winds; your tale of destruction. Whispered screams thrive on the torment you had in mind for true beauty. Struck down by you…

Rebirth

In bitter cold of winter’s frost Drips the bloody trail of one life lost. A blizzard came about that day, When trailing through the mountains high, Communication lost with his last post And visibility dropped below an inch, There was no way back and no way forth For it had been hours lost in the…

The Prawns Revenge

A couple did a prawning go, ‘pon tethered waves by lantern glow, With starry sky, that fateful night, No moon above to ebb their light, No breeze around their legs to kiss, A prawner person’s night of bliss. Jim and Penny were lovers true, With scoop of pink, and his of blue, Cook denisons of…

Happy Mother’s Day

Never before have you sparkled so much, Your entire being dancing on the wind, Grey flecks of ash glitter golden in the Autumn sun. This is your day, your first and your last.

Tomorrow is Today (Captured Sons)

I’m proud of you son, Dad. Six words that have resonated with me for years. Six words etched into a tombstone at the Kanchanaburi War Memorial, Thailand. The tombstone of a 19 year old soldier. Someone’s son, someone’s world: