Category: Twitter Poems

Lost in the short view,
he sees no principle
worth standing for
in the long view;
his birthright
worthless,
trampled beneath
the blood that secured it.

The roadside-sign announced
‘Fresh Bluff Oysters’
and I thought of him,
your brother,
at the skipper’s helm,
bow ploughing through
the ghostly southern seas
towards the fields of harvest.

I am locked in here
beside the fire
within the warmth
of the flame
and in that murmur
I think I hear
it whispering
the sound of my
own name

Should I rouse
myself from the
comfort of my
secluded nook
and ask who calls
my name who disturbs
my sweet dream
who moves my rook

Melody, riff and harmony,
give me the song to sing
and I will sing along;
this is the soundtrack of the times
that shape and bend me
until I fit and belong.

these wheels keep on rollin’
across bitumen and stone
nothing here can be stolen
nothing that we own

going up country
been there once before
hope to stay just a while
watch stars come ashore

going up country
going to the end of the road
following the star that glows
lay down this old load

got my light with me
got my lady at my side
we’ll sleep among the heather
hear the morepork cry

Does the sun not shine
into your dark life and
are there no angel slides
slipping through golden clouds
to caress your heart?

In the face of the hurricane
that slams him into the
mountain and tears through
the bush and angers the ocean,
the young man clings to hope;
white knuckled and
every sinew screaming,
he won’t be prised loose.

It creeps underneath the falling dark
And wanders in the solitude
Beneath the flame of a falling star

This choir I keep for company
It speaks for my wordless heart
A one-part harmony free falling
Into the arms of the falling dark

The slow burning flame
struggles to set alight
the brick hearth
while the distant star
struggles to speak softly
to the heart.