is silence a word
or currents between bomb blasts
blessed are the peacemakers
is soul like an onion
layer upon layer of decaying
acceptances without discernment
dampening the joy of life
till stripped down to
the lovely green shoot
which starts the new life
of humility and love
where is the kitchen knife......
courtesy that union of courage, thoughtfulness and heart
it does not flee in the face of total destruction
or mindless attack
it manifests itself in selfless volunteers
rescuing all creatures
under appalling conditions
war, natural disasters
it manifests itself
in those who gently bind up the wounded
ferry the almost drowning
lifting them up high to safety
dowsing fires in unbelievable heat
comforting those in utter distress
perhaps we need these contrasts
for courtesy to manifest
and redeem the human race......
tonight i went to bed
a tight wound ball of thread
with no beginning to find
the end right in the middle
sleep came sat on the edge
took the ball as sleep will
found the beginning, knitted
quietly all night into
a new hot water bottle cover
pink with the rising sun
early morning kookaburras
laughing, laughing saying such a joke
and so it is.......
a brand new day
Autumn
the golden raintree
is slowly dying to the season
lighting up the dull day
with golden leaves
it is not afraid to drop its cargo
for come spring it will shine forth
with joyous green life
shading birds on hot days
my oldest friend died yesterday
yet she shines forth in children
and children's children
is life an endless death
and resurrection?
you miss the flowering gumtree
looking down on footsteps
long gone yet repeating
the same old same old
you miss the tawnies
looking down on yesterdays
detritus hoping to find
what you are missing
that which is staring you
in the face
hear the magpies,rosellas
a thousand corellas
making snow upon the ground