I missed the rain
but the metaphorical hit
between the eyes
left me reeling
...
I'll bring a brioche
with coffee dear
what would you like
with the brioche
...
The end of the dream
and into the nightmare
sideshow distortions
and Edvard Munch screams
...
Dealing with knowledge
of life's shortage
and the omnipresent
threat of dying
...
While the red gums bloom
the honeyeaters
quarantine my garden
from other bird species
...
Such a brilliant
sun blessed
fluke of nature
we find ourselves
...
The morning light
of the new dawn
cracking through the blinds
gives me great hope
...
I live with the hand
that life brings
the mistakes were mine
doctors killed the tumour
...
The Agapanthus
for generations
lined the carriageways
and driveways of Australian farms
...
Australian poet from Melbourne.)
Metaphorically Speaking
I missed the rain
but the metaphorical hit
between the eyes
left me reeling
as I read the water smudged
calling card
of the wasting disease.
Such galaxies of thought and image, deftly compressed into a few enjamed lines. He is a genre in himself.
there good