NaPoWriMo – 24/30

There is no such thing as an easy road,

the land twists and turns at the weathers fight,

but high above where the long river flowed

pride and peace prevail at the sight.

She scrambled over the big jagged rocks,

and channeled Puffing Billy up the hill.

She pushed herself until she saw black dots

but nothing was stronger than her will.

For, when she arrived at the highest point,

she sat and surveyed the earths majesty.

Although, she had worn out her weary joints,

the journey was threaded in her life’s tapestry.

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NaPoWriMo – 7/30 – View from the campervan

I’ve finally arrived back in Melbourne city after spending the last five days in the red centre of Australia. The following is inspired by my final moments there… and I am happy to have finally caught up with napowrimo.

the endless grassy landscape

to much for one heart to take

little geckos try to blend

young dingos want a friend

looking beyond what i see

the laughter of family

penetrates the silent dreams

as thirsty eyes search for streams

I love this sunburnt country

like a kestral floating free

I love this sunburnt country

roaming wild and free.

NaPoWriMo – 6/30 – Kathleen Springs

An aqua family
lives below copper rocks
that enclose and impose
over a desert valley.

The rainbow dragons fly
twinkling above the still
dancing the whistling breeze
listening to the birds squee and cry,

Rustles in nearby grass
warrants suspicious looks
studying every blade
a city girls anxious task.
But deep in this spiritual home
all can come and all can roam.

A Political Landscape

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Nail you political colours
a wall of activism
selling on the nations streets
plaster across the cityscape

hopeless, pretty hopeless
leaving people behind

imagined inspirations
such grand aspirations
depicts the grim situation
people tweeting red.

Written for Writing 201

Landscape > Found Poetry > Enumeratio

The above picture/text was taken from an article in today’s The Age .

Poem for Mental Health Week

Inspired by Mental Health Week that is sweeping across Australia.

Empty

like a glass of wine

on a Friday night

spinning happily

wonderland

spices and chilli

stings shivering nerves

casacade of goosebumps

the real world screams

from all directions

piano keys at her temples

bass at her heart

eyes like lead

oh, a paper-weight of a head

Downton’s Daisy, is

devilishly clever

a marionette under the wrong master

she doesn’t know what to do

society says she will not do

in her family tree of servitude.

That story stops there

hack and halve and hack again

dreams submerge reality

or is the other way around?

She is tired.

She is empty.

She breaks her down

to build her up.

She is the builder.

Through the eyes of a koala…

I have the mind of a fox

the meaning of life is in eucalypts

I chomp along the unknown path

clutching to the pillars of history

originally from the east coast

I’m not a bear, you know.

Sharp minds need lots of sleep

the meaning of life is in sleeping

it is the beginning – koalapocalpyse!

the sounds of chainsaws ring

rippling like stones thrown on a lake

the saddest song for lots of species

fill the tall tree’s of character

warning – the humans are coming!

Can we put them on exhibition?

Oh, I dream of eternal eucalypts

cascading over our country

I think I’ll go to sleep now…

St. Kilda Pier

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Pausing above the breakwater

on the edge of St. Kilda Pier

capture a father and daughter

tangled in photography gear.

Her pink scarf dances in the breeze

as her world falls behind the trees.

In the shadows with bells and chimes

she stops being guarded by time.

Enchanted by the soft whistles

emerging from the creaking boats.

Posts, etched in sailors initials

tells the stories of life afloat.

Raptures of little blue penguins

Modeling for their human friends

nestle themselves in the deep rocks

quiet and safe along the docks.