gallop through a prairie
horse white mane
soft morning light
the sun rose up again
without a saddle
free as a bird
bolting wildly
away from the herd
where is he running
what awaits there
devoid of direction
he may not care
joyous movement
through time and space
on his own terms
far from the race
never mind the trophies
now all given up
new sense of freedom
forget Melbourne cup
deep sounds of didge
setting out the tone
outside strong wind
moving through tall trees
magpies playing in
a water fountain
black and white coat
ruffling their feathers
thin feet bathed
in the cool wet liquid
droplets of rain expected
any day soon hopefully
it has been hot and dry winter
not much left of the grass
but for a few brown patches
ducks decimating the parsley
what is left of it
only the stalks
nature has her own
timing
recording of the above poem read by the author
on a palette
of the painter
red tint
when the answer is
nothing!
there is the hint
words can harm
and other heal
what cannot be said
in the throat we seal
thick skin as a rhino
back with no spine
time smooths out all shards
broken glass only a sign
emotions running wild
smashed into thick spread
the outside encounter
still lives in the head
Before the crack of dawn
Eyes of an old owl
Sitting at the keyboard
Tired to the soul
After a long pause
Inspired to pencil
Mind chatter on a high
Unable to lay still
Reflecting on new stories
Of people young and old
Relationships hot topic
Until they get cold
Search for a partner
For life or just the bed
It did my head in
With all that’s been said
As the time has gone
The feel of cool air
Drank all the coffee
The least I could care
Who could imagine
That life has such a twist
Born to be wild
Then married to the Christ
Time to wake up now
