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.
Tag: melbourne
Moomba 2014
waiting in the trees
music flows down the river
a nice long weekend
everyone listening; laughing;
dancing; playing; being free
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
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
Walking Home
Bushfire City
Heatwave Holiday
Chinese New Year
‘Straya Day
Hypnotised under a blue southern sky;
I hear, the twitter of birds from the roof,
And rustle of trees in a summer breeze.
Listening, musing, reflecting, the day through.
Soon, I hear, the soft purr of an engine
As a mate, comes home, consumed with folly;
Who, happy and drunk, bellows from the street:
“If only I could win the lottery”
As his laughter fades into his town house
My mind echoes on his conversation.
Images of last night’s doco weighs in
Playing with my thoughts, my meditation.
Today is about the lucky country;
Like a billabong of long time ago
Every nation has been to this great land
Our strong diversity – is all we know.
We are a nation of freedom and choice,
Although it hasn’t always been the case
But we are growing, with education;
And patience, and respect to each other’s place.
We get to breathe the sun and the sea.
We get to dance under the Southern Cross.
We get to laugh and sing to our hearts content.
We never have to be alone, sorry or lost.
Still the helicopter tears through the blue
Like a reminder that all is not fair,
It roars from the mountains to the city
Looking for hope, faith, someone to care.
So, the question of lottery? Is this.
We exist. We dance to our own beat
Knowing tomorrow will come, safe and sound.
We got the jackpot – on humanity!
Air Condition Love
Heaven
Waterfall of air
Transforms reality
Blissful escape and inner peace
Dreamland











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