I live in a world
Of fairy tale lands
I thought only possible
In the imaginations of
Novelists and filmmakers
Of fairy tale lands
I thought only possible
In the imaginations of
Novelists and filmmakers
Until I went exploring
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The Land Which Fell on its Side
One day
Geologically speaking
The land rose up
Then fell back to Earth
Landing on its side
Where it took a long
Long
Very long
Rest
Even geologically speaking
Geologically speaking
The land rose up
Then fell back to Earth
Landing on its side
Where it took a long
Long
Very long
Rest
Even geologically speaking
And as it lies there
Like a cat on blanket
Napping in the afternoon sun
Coming through the window
Mother Nature soothes
Its hard, rigid body
With a massage of
Wind, rain and
Savage heat
Laksa
Spoon
In the left hand
Chopsticks
In the right
In the left hand
Chopsticks
In the right
Spicy hot
Hot hot
Curry Laksa
Tea with milk
Black black tea
Condensed milk
Sweet Hot
And thick
A road to take me away
No matter where I am
There is a road
To take me away from there
There is a road
To take me away from there
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
Ghosts
I held you
In my arms
Stroking yours
Skin white and smooth
In my arms
Stroking yours
Skin white and smooth
Like the ghost gums
In the Red Centre
I would come to know
Centuries later
I held you
While you grew cold
Your eyes
Already clouding
My body emptied
Of presence
Hollowed
By your absence
Space ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #61
Space to grow
Space to live
Space to explore
Space to stretch out
Space to breathe
Space to be
Space to live
Space to explore
Space to stretch out
Space to breathe
Space to be
Making space
For what comes next
Time Traveller
I travel through time
Not with feats
Of technology
But as an enterprise
Of imagination
Not with feats
Of technology
But as an enterprise
Of imagination
Stories from another time
These stories
From another time
As if they’re mine
They speak to me
From another time
As if they’re mine
They speak to me
A hunter seeking
Sustenance
What simpler story
Can there be
Like me, he loved
And sometimes hated
Like me, he laughed
Despaired, felt fated
The Singing Land
In this land
Of endless grass
And rolling hills
With scattered trees
And clinging brush
Of endless grass
And rolling hills
With scattered trees
And clinging brush
We roll on through
With singing tires
On bitumen
Both dreaming of
This singing land
Spire ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #55
Spire piercing
Deepest blue
We aspire
To godly due
Deepest blue
We aspire
To godly due
Always reaching
Heaven bound
Leave my feet
Back on the ground
Flights of fancy
In the sky
Hug the Earth
And breathe a sigh
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