The waterfall-Where?There in the corner-The tiny one there?Simple in its space-Gentle Rousseau, can you hear us?With the hidden figure-We’re bringing brushes and paintsIn tall grass watching-Oh heavens gate!As small deer gather-Certainly a leisurely passion.Behind the large tree we lean upon-Truthfully? It’s light …With large leaves shade-Better than that portrait though,Giant haystacks-Painted facing the stars,Lead toContinue reading “Rousseau’s Waterfall”
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Take Care
Please take care, I know her not.She is tall and fair. Wherever shall I take her?Take her home That is boldNot yours but where she does roam And alone leave her?You don’t care. I would but you said leave her. This is for a dVerse prompt: The Quadrille is really quite simple when you boilContinue reading “Take Care”
These I Have Loved
The sun on a summer’s day Whose heat I yearn for like the hotness of youThe cool of a breeze Like the breath from between your soft lipsThe morning dew That gathers outside our window as we sleep in to afternoonSilence after a hectic day That leads to the sounds we make at nightThe softContinue reading “These I Have Loved”
The Darkest Thought
“I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts,” said the creature. This was true. It was the source of its greatest power, and its greatest weakness. “And am I a pleasant aroma?” I asked. I walked lightly upon the tatami mats. The traditional grass and rice straw mats padded my footsteps as I movedContinue reading “The Darkest Thought”
Weed Puff
I blow softly upon the puff of a weed. Little seeds float in the air. Carry upon the wind, to land and germinate. Soon to grow, flower and bloom. Small seed fluff, hoping for a soft exhale of air or harsh wind to blow. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem ofContinue reading “Weed Puff”
Don’t You Forget It
I’m a poet.- So you say.But poetry is not my thing.- So you have nothing to say?It’s my caffeine kick. My jolt of coffee for a writer’s day.- So you’re addicted?Not an addiction as such,More of a medicine. Not my muse but my hit single.- Hahah You think you have hits? Have you seen -Listen.Continue reading “Don’t You Forget It”
Broken Young
Broken. Green things. Once was growing. Now? Just broken Black and white. Just shades of grey. Still growing. Just to be broken. Young. Not mature. Not in the way that they grow. Still much life to give had they given it a chance. Child. Not child like. Mature too soon. She never had a chance.Continue reading “Broken Young”
The Longest Day
The year’s shortest nightLooking towards the heat or coldThe moon says goodbye I yearn to tell you of the heat that burns. The glare of the sun’s rays blinding me as I look out my door. Yet you are in the south, way south. The land of Vegemite and killer everything. The same sun shinesContinue reading “The Longest Day”
Orange Sky
The sky is orange todayThat is a good thingMuch better than grey Dark and menacingNot black like nightBlack is the comfort of a blanketWith no starsYou can’t see what hits youAnd that’s just fineAs long as what hits youDoes it’s job and ends the lineBut the dark of greyLike steel in the skyMenacing and meanJustContinue reading “Orange Sky”
Electronic Myths
Superhuman beings of unknown originBytes of information formed in hieroglyphics of 0 and 1Scrolls of code written in subterranean suburbiaMyths created in the garage of dad and mumSpread across the planet, crossing the labyrinthNow held in the handConquering man This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not countingContinue reading “Electronic Myths”
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