Sailing Sunship

Golden lustre

Reddened glow

Silver ripple

Raining bow

Life to Loam

The creature blown and battered

The critter drown at sea

The carcass no longer living

The Lord God made it be

On a Cliff

Don’t leap off the cliff

The water will be hard

You can’t see how truly far

You’ll fall and so be marred

Foolish Hope

It’s the slow defeat

After grinding ice

The years and wars

A fatal price

Wicked Tide

I think now I never had you

Somewhere out in space

I thought we’re tied together

You there beneath my gaze

Muddy Road

Walking upstream
A muddy river bed
There’s no water flowing
Cold chill in my head

Lingering

I’ll always be waiting

Waiting for you to come back

Sparrow Mousey Pair

Methinks my am a mouse

And you is like a sparrow

Us both betwixt two worlds

One above and one below

Sméagol Says

Sméagol says "Don't be dark

Too hopeless and forlorn

We is better to be trying

To fight and blow the horn"

Man of Sorrows

Waves of grief

Come drowning in

Little relenting

Engulfing within

Forty and Counting

It’s not a happy birthday

It's never so been

It’s a day for grief and mourning

At everything in between

Letterboxes

There’s something about a letterbox

Or better three or four

Bold, rambly, quite scrambly

Even five or more! 

Everything I've Wanted

Much of what I’ve wanted and worked for

Now seems so hollow and vain

And now it threatens to become

A burdensome and dreaded bain

Broken Mirror

Broken mirror

Cracked glass

An heirloom

It did not last

Fossicking

Fossicking for fossils

A favourite pastime

The mind begins to boggle

As it jostles back in time

Bremember

Somedays

Most Mondays

I struggle long

I struggle on

Losing Track

I lose track of myself

When I land on a good spoor

Marsupial footprints

Even scratches allure

Sunday Sonrise

There came the night

The friend betrays

His own lose light

Before the day’s

I have a Blue Tongue

I am cold blooded

From tip to tail

Don’t want to get up

Lest it’s hot on the rail

All Creatures Foe and Fendful

I get a wasp’s a pest

Like an ugly stinging nettle

But with legs and wings it’s no

Rose with reddened petal 

Endless Weedling

Bare

Lifeless

Gravel ground

Dormant seedling beds

That sprout and soon spring to life

My dreads midsummer weedling heads, that hatching

With winglings, that pro-life-(e)rate, many more, which spreads!

The Beacher

A beach is a creature
That pretends to sleep still

But wakes in great anger

When stirring at will

Mirror to One

Sky-drift without sight

Out on your alone

Without your own light

Marooned island of stone

Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye

Better done slow

Can leave you dark

Cold like a stone

I am no Farmer

I am no farmer

Living on the land

But I love the sight of cattle

A bull taking a stand

Country Roads

This ain't heaven, West Bithynia

Blue Mount Wellington, Derwent River

Life is young there, over this world's seas

Older than the mountains, from the Spirit's breeze

Lots of Loves

My little dot

Born this happy day

A sweet little Davies

Who loved just to play

Away

Away, as a ranger

My back for a bed

My little boy Elijah

Bows down his blonde head