at night
it manifests
this dream of mine
to write my world
my hopes, my decline
and rise again to fall
it to this pit of words,
to break this wall
that lies betwixt us,
your world...
so different to the one
i inhabit.
these words like songlines,
leylines for you to follow
down into the depths
down past the dressings
into the magma
into......

what if, we just smiled at people who looked different
what if we listened to what the old haave to say
what if we taught children to wonder at small miracles
what if we cried out for peace
what if we hugged a person less fortunate
what if we made kindness our calling card
what if we stood up and listen to other's woes
what if we light small fires of hope
what if we stopped before saying something hurtful
what if we made it our mantra to do good things

what would happen if we take small steps in grace,
spoken for the better world and left and trail of small
kindnesses in our wake......

what if, one day we made some ones life better,
with no thought of acknowledgement or reward

what if one day some one did the same for us

there is much power in this quiet reflection
what if we take it on board,  seed it within our hearts
watch it grow and give fruit

flat as a tack
nailed firmly
into ironbark

thats me
after marking
over 120 essays

the words blurred
near the end
and now the world is blurry
so takeaway tea
a large g&t times two
and bed for as long as i can

then i may just be userfriendly again
but i am not promising anything

black night sky, listens
withholding judgement, absorbing all
whilst the sea whispers.,

shadows creep this night,
from house to house
at the edge of day light

shadows creep this night
little goblins delight
dracula's bite
dino's and frankestiens might
stomp, fuzzy werewovles bite

shadows creep this night
little ducks and fishes fight
over candy morsels
cowboys and superheroes slight
in stature, giant in dreams bright

shadows creep this night
oddities, memes and more
knock shyly at the door
candy distribution  
not a chore

shadows sleep tis night
like little dragons,
with candy treasure galore

springs first butterfly
shyly sits on teacup rim
showing her colours

my first encounter
bodes well for the days remainder
i smile, joy blossoms

then leaves to sample the peonies,

three boys
small in stature
big in heart
sit,
bottoms  perched
on grey concrete curb
heads together
mouths,
going hell for leather
discussing weighty things


in their hands, the world
and thick dripping slices
of red, red watermelon