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 

Dragonfly Tears

Isabella’s thrill with accomplishment and her abilities in serving others is as great as her difficulties in dealing with frustration and disappointment. In the world of an eight-year-old and in a moment of tears, she captures light on the use of rest, mindfulness, space and recreation to bring refreshment; reinvigorating her stores of energy and sense of personal identity...

Not a Toadstool

“What am I?”
I’m not a ‘toad stool’

And who are you!
I’d send you to the zoo

"The Sea" Gull

A shiny gull

On one grey day

Hanging on the air

Deep red beak

Matching legs

Eyes that stop and stare

An Autumn Leaf

I am an autumn leaf
Bruised like a pair

From my tree, I hang
Brown and cracked and bare

Terry and Peanut Butter

Six in a box
Now remain few
—Counting hens who

All are but gone
Buried, for rescue—
Leaving just two!

Snowflake

First came Twinkle
Bunny boy Lynch
Without equal
The strongest pinch!

A rabbit who
—True black and white
And rain-soaked too—
Was not polite!

Restless Wanderer

The She Oak will not take me by the hand
Nor the Poa waltz with me
The wind will not whisper in this sand
Nor the gulls stay beside the sea

Princess Rajah

Appearing on a wall

Beneath a rhododendron

Catching my eye

With a gaze of reflection 

Timba Snowmow Towns

Timba Towns

Just as it sounds

Proud as Simba

Our dog Timba

One of our family

A true Towns simile

Is Timba Snowmow Towns

Cannot Last

Ground down
Poured out
Fine powder
Blown about

Fifteen Circuits of our Sun

My sunlit bride on this carousel,

Most precious to me on this planet jewel.

Worth every gem, and more, below the tide;

Loved more than all of Earth's treasures wide.

Jubilee!

Surprise!

Daughters

Kidhood

Locals

Bush Joy

Eternal Power

Sons

Someone's Smiling

This Distance That Divides

You all the way over there,

Our worlds so far apart,

This distance that divides,

This time I wish to quickly wind.

Everything New