Quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor
another woken, heard noises when opening the door,
little one sleeping still in distance a faint magpies song
Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along.

Upon blazing skies see an aeroplane in distance score
quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor,
Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along
pause in a days welcoming rays as sleepy eyes belong.

Clouds dancing in the horizon a growing tide is strong
Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along,
quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor,
a moment seeking company while still a presence raw.

Sunday morning in the suburbs while resting all along.
a stirring in bedrooms now as to calls here find belong,
nothing like a day with kids when no surprises in store,
quiet but for the sneezes and feet upon wooden floor.

On gypsum is waltz of hair bristles
wood directing the form into brush,
seated in a chair an artist whistles
background ebon yet fingers plush.

Paints salvaged from marked tray
wizened hands flick cigarette ash,
ember burns in a stubby end grey
his yellow teeth grinding as gnash.

Few lights linger dark upon studio
they track his shuffles and sways,
a feeble body his mind burns true
shadows lengthen in paints craze.

Ink navy, a tide of emotion
blink as hurls stormy ocean,
fallow seethe, etched scripts,
shallow eddies capturing rips.

Salt of waves, currents snide,
faults gloom in foam astride,
mull cliffs, my stories baulk,
gleeful gulls, sly hover gawk.

Words go splash losing sight,
emerge to dune brief respite,
graze leave sharp, corals seer,
blaze raw depth my atmosphere.

Atmosphere, my depth raw blaze,
seer corals sharp, leave graze,
respite brief, dune to emerge
sight losing, splash go words.

Gawk, hover sly, gulls gleeful,
baulk stories, my cliffs mull,
astride foam in gloom faults,
snide currents, waves of salt.

Rips capturing eddies shallow,
scripts etched, seethe fallow,
oceans stormy hurls as blink,
emotion of tide, a navy ink.

Here to the ground beseech
in the mottled gaze of winter,

Spring bulbs a thread teach
by loam mature while simper.

Petals remains out of reach
crisp the sunlight by fingers,

Unfurling the vibrancy each
unseen yet on palette lingers.

Spiralling on towards speech
buds rustle as earth simmers,

Heat smiles if minerals leech
flowers their vision glimmers.

Friends we find in the strangest of places
around and between as branches of trees.
Leaves gather to rustling in sunny spaces
growing as sway upon canopies we seize.

Joining together leaves touch by degrees
within stars plume find special dust graze.
Upon ebon bustle swirl patterns of leaves,
galaxies surging brightly in desire ablaze.

In the shimmer of cosmos hands we raise
connected by words as upon spirits muse.
To carpets of light we join fingers in praise
found brightly burning into desires infuse.

Forest joins, if gather leaves in stars tune
a night sky reveals two faces in one moon.

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                                 Find
                              spy Ra if
                            hide then to
                         risen  aside fire.
                      Flame  strikes pyre
                    stones   quarries lined.
                 Designs   in mason sketch
              dragging   chains rips silently.
           The teams   workers left in echoes
         commands   with yells cry viper still.
      Slave gangs   deep servitude  lay fear
   grains if sand   distance spears  wear.
Across demise   arose this design   In
to histories ills   has its mark made