Thursday 28 June 2012

Flame


A thirsty bouquet of the Flame of The forest.

Broken Bridge


Thursday 21 June 2012

Tuesday 19 June 2012

Look At What I Caught Today



Solitude

solitude
vital for rustling up
a tall tale



Tuesday 12 June 2012

Purple Rippling Fields






Behold the purple rippling fields
beneath the cresting sleepy sun.
The thistles with their spiny shields
are set to make their rivals run.

The thistledown like snow well-spun
traverse the skies to hug road kerbs.
Some flourish there while others shun;
to them, the toxic smog disturbs.

A noxious weed in some suburbs
and hunted down like animals,
in others they’re revered as herbs
and put on sale in carnivals.

It does not matter if you hate
the thistle or appreciate.

Friday 8 June 2012

Cold Cracked Wall




Neglect
is a cold cracked wall
with peeling paint
tucked in a corner
where the sun doesn’t shine.

Memories
are the flowers
along the wall
left behind to languish
when you move on

Nostalgia
is the wistful desire to return
to repair and repaint that wall
and cultivate those flowers.

Monday 4 June 2012

Crocuses in spring



Pic by letnotyourheartbetroubled



I gaze upon the naked tree
with branches bare for all to see.
It’s waiting for the birds to sing
which shall announce the birth of spring.


The crocuses beneath the ground
are praying for the patter sound
of rain before they take a chance
to creep upstairs and take a glance.


Delighted by the wondrous sight
of clear blue skies and geese in flight;
of gurgling streams that lazily flow
and gentle whirlwinds when the winds blow.


They then put on their Sunday best
to take part in the joyful fest;
the crocuses dance, pout and tease
like colourful flags in the breeze.


Their antics rouse the buds to burst
and grass to green in little spurts;
renewed and ready to have fun
beneath the gracious, smiling sun.