Category: Twitter Poems

He drives the axe into
the block of blue gum
just like is grandfather did
all those years ago,
splitting kindling for
the wood burner,
necessary for food
and warmth
both now and then.

for Philip

In the high silence
above our house
in the hills, I catch
a whisper of sweet
songs and names
half-forgotten by
the hurried years;
below in the valley,
the silver river
flickers like a candle,
in the light of the sun,
on your birthday.

A sharp, narrow sickle,
golden in the evening sky
dances with the bright star
in the west;
together they dangle
the earth beneath them
on that delicate thread
that hangs us in the balance.

remembering Jennifer

She had waited for this day,
wanted to conclude
another year toasting
friends and family;

he sees little point now
in candles and cake,
toasts instead her portrait
hanging from his heart.

Into the flames
I pour my eyes
and glimpse
the birth of eternity;
here, in the embers
of the fire
is every dream
awakened.

In the thick blanket of grey rain,
pockets of low-hung cloud
tickle the tops of the Wakamarama Range
leaving to yesterday’s memory
the sharp, silhouetted skyline
on offer beneath that cloak of autumn.

Into the cell, the bubble
designed to separate us
one from another;
but here we are about
the business of
silent subversion
via cellular multiplication.

Are we serious about this,
is it real, legit and above board
and did it come upon us
of its own accord?

Oh such innocent questions
of the official party line
but to ask is to confirm
one’s sanity is in decline.

Today was much like yesterday
and yesterday was much like
the day before and
probably the day before
was much like tomorrow will be.