so here you are, she said you were coming
you’re not exactly what I expected
i have been trying to send you signals
i am still waiting for your reply
what, are you afraid of me? or something?
i won’t bite you. I don’t have teeth, come on!
she’s waiting for you, can’t say she’s impressed…
your maker said we would be instant friends
but, still you sit there ignoring us both
not even sending us a flicker of light
you are just a big black sheet of nothing
you’re going back if you don’t do something
so make a big noise; flash all about
and talk to her or she will throw you out
Author: Charlie Alford
Commuting
cables pull us down the street
a dance of cars, trams and cycles
about to call time
the rush of panic surges
as the clock tower strikes 9.
Mouse
Here I am. Can you see me waiting here?
My eyes wander across your way, I see
You all sitting together happily
But you can’t see me, and that is my fear.
I walk with you along the corridor
And every morning squeak you a greeting
I’d share more, but I think you’d stop breathing
I’m not a well-loved little character.
One day you all will change, I hope
You will see value in my shy nature
I’m just a timid quiet achiever
Learning to breathe, learning to cope.
So before you cast me off into the wind
Take a step back, and you’ll find a good friend.
Image acquired via google http://bioweb.uwlax.edu/bio203/s2009/smith_meg2/ – take a click to some interesting insights into our mousy friends.
Moomba 2014
waiting in the trees
music flows down the river
a nice long weekend
everyone listening; laughing;
dancing; playing; being free
Awake at 10pm
the orange hue of city lights
twinkle against a navy sky
watching over a writer writes
tales of the day show in her eyes
on her way to the land of dreams
where a little girl sits by a stream
but a few more words on the page
before she vacates today’s stage.
Pancake Day Poem
Shrove Tuesday, how I adore you!
Thanks for letting me eat pancakes.
I ate them with ice cream, it’s true
my new year diet is at stake!
But the way you slid off the pan
a tiny pikelet in my hand
packed with lemon and baileys too
making all my day dreams come true!
Inspired by Shakespeare
Northcote
sunday afternoon
coffee, cake, and live music
trees dance in the wind
a dear friend stops and says ‘hello’
shared moments in our story.
smooth cream of cheesecake
nestled upon a biscuit
a hint of lemon
is like bite-size happiness
a taste of innocent love
black crow on the roof
watches the sea of people
on an autumn day
she sits and drinks her coffee
her eyes searching for her prey
End of Summer
Composed upon a White Night
Melbournians circulate savoir-faire
in chambers of light, music and motion;
a coagulation of devotion;
virtuosity the hub of this square.
Pumping throughout the veins of the city
a plethora of colour; projecting
a collective nucleus connecting
in an atrium of urbanity.
The ground beneath me sending pulsations
a transient nuit blanche chasing the dawn
a sense of belonging; quite a sensation
when you are gone; I, we, will be forlorn.
For you are the heart, the soul, of us all
you see us; you hear us; we can stand tall









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