waiting in the trees
music flows down the river
a nice long weekend
everyone listening; laughing;
dancing; playing; being free
Tag: poet
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
Walking Home
Lost Love
come home, summer love
red balloons and chocolate
smiling through the glass
yesterday plays in my mind
like a movie lost in time.










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