Sleepless till Morning

                                                Listen Sleep,

                                                stop stomping around

                                                looking through windows

                                                going outdoors to look at the Moon

                                                 annoyed it cannot be seen 

                                                through the overcast sky hiding

                                                stars as well

                                                come back to bed to hear the magpies sing..... 
             

You Have All Day......

                                                            Rising Sun 

                                                              watched Day having breakfast

                                                                admiring gold light on trevi fountain

                                                                Later Morning carried coffee

                                                                front verandah, watching 

                                                                maned geese puddle pond water

                                                                till Noon announced lunch

                                                                Shalako had hay

                                                                Afternoon brought a bevy of books

                                                                forget all domestic chores

                                                                foreign lands are fascinating

                                                                till Day announced whisky time

                                                                dinner, red wine, port

                                                                so to bed

                                                                we loved that day......

                                                  
 

Affection

                                                                 Affection is a dog

                                                                  black and white

                                                                  standing gazing at the 

                                                                   bounteous sea

                                                                    longing for nothing

                                                                    only to be.....    

When is a Dark Night not a Dark Night

The full Moon rose

large yellow in the East

peering through the partly

drawn curtains

saw Sleep tussling with a pillow

sheet arguing with the blankets

heard shouting

for Cramp had hold of feet

Sleep slumping in despair

till finally  rosy Dawn

spread her pink fingers

pointing at the Moon

to sink into 

the stormy highway of the fishes 

Sleep slept in exhausted ..........

 

Lots of Rain....

                                                                            the rain is drumming 

                                                                            on the roof soaking the black soil 

                                                                            rainbow lorikeets

 

here is Wednesday's haiku ....after all the rain we had Monday night

I do just want to explain about using the Anonymous comment section 

because as you press the  Publish button it won't show on that page,

 as it is sent to me to 

approve and I then tick it and it will appear under the comment section.

Also if you click on the photo it will enlarge it for you to have a better view of it

Thank you all for reading my blogs.... 

On Looking Back....

                                                                                    Well, hello, this is all about a poem I found yesterday 

                                                                                    while looking for something else.....which I wrote years ago...... 

this cursor of course has a mind of its own
 as usual, so the photos won't probably match the writing. It was about Autumn  then, but my photos will show Spring.

The reference to the perch was when we lived in Inman Valley and was to do with Swallows on our porch.... 

So bear with me....

                            

 Trees shedding

leaves last season's nest naked

the architect had no hands

twisting twigs grasses 

a piece of black bindertwine

into a tennis ball sized place

a demitasse

precisely woven, lined with down 

merino wool 

sits on top of an upturned

cotton mop the floors were never 

washed that summer

 a muddy nest knocked down repeatedly

till shame puts up a perch

newspaper to catch the shit

wobbly blackheaded yellow beaks agape

slowly rising like dough in a pudding basin

feathered bodies spilling over the rim

furiously flapping fragile wings

they've fledged gone swimming the winds

in joyous flight

leaves answering the storms commands

drop in untidy heaps .....                                                                                                                          

 

That Wonderful Word "Nor"

One man and his cohorts

may be trying to destroy the world

as we know it, causing grief 

to millions of people 

Behold....

he cannot stop the sun from rising

Nor the warbling dawn chorus of the Magpies

 

 

Nor the cackling laughter of the Kookaburras 

Nor the Wood ducks from raising their delightful little families

Nor the crops from growing 

after this most welcome rain 

Nor our delight in absorbing 

another vivid, awesome sunset

and clouds with silver linings

Welcome each Day...... 

 

Once again Blogger has not allowed me to write the text next to the photos which is very frustrating.... so hope whoever reads this will understand the sequence of the text with the accompanying photos.....

 

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