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betterdays Dec 2017
in truth
the sadness
weighs upon me

in truth
i see light
but so far away

in truth
i am unreachable
alone in the night

in truth
this is but a passing phase
one i must endure

in truth
i find my strength  in others
as we come together

in truth
gladness comes
like seeds seek the sun

in truth
i find my way
as strength returns

in truth
i am  not one
but many conflicted thoughts

in truth...
betterdays Dec 2017
curled in upon himself
the patched cat sleeps
tail twitching in cat dream
a little growl comes from
somewhere in the middle
and then the skin shifts
in a wrinkled wave

i open the tin of sardines
and the bundle resolves
it's self into a lanky legged
tuxedo devon rex,
all slink and stretch
eyes and ears, mouth opened
in an enormous yawn
and nose mobile seeking scent

sardine goes into bowl
nose finds sardine
mouth follows
in seconds the bowl is clean  
and a pink tongue wipes lips,
as eyes plead for more

when none is forthcoming
cat takes himself
back to basket
to sleep away
this wet afternoon
  Dec 2017 betterdays
Gaby Comprés
i was born
with a heart too big to fit
inside my chest
and a soul bigger than my body
so i have chosen
to leave pieces of my heart
in the places my feet have known
in the people i have loved
in the words i have read
in the beauty my eyes have seen
and my soul-
i have scattered it like seeds
and i have left parts of it
in songs,
in poetry,
in the laughter of children,
in the arms that have held me
and the hearts that have loved me
betterdays Dec 2017
three days later
you can still smell
the acrid smoke
on the wind
see the blackened
leaves a twiglets on
the green summer lawn

three days later
and  the town still
murmurs about
how close the
fire front came

close enough for
the northshore houses
to see the voracious  flame
to hear the crackle of it's burn

luck would have it,
that it turned,
luck and firefifighters
tested and tired, turned
the flame by art of backburn
back in on itself and then down to
the sea, down past the dunes
and then to die, to end in ash

five days of bushfire, haze and smoke
now just ash and grey black sculptures
on black ground canvas...

awaiting renewal......awaiting, awaiting
Last week we had a fire start and burn across the river, burning through brush and grasslands.....because of the efforts of our volunteer and professional  firemen/women no houses were lost....the fire burned for about five days and over 11279 hectares of state forest was lost...
betterdays Nov 2017
i lie on my stomach,
on damp green grass
next to my son
our arms resting on granite rock
still warm
from the sun's passing
i stare into the clear water of the pond
down past the great big lilypads
down past the koi, on sentry duty
down to the rocks rounded and smooth
that lie on the bottom, some covered with
algae beards and mustaches,
some bald
and shiny, pale
and deathly white
as tho the sun ignores them
some with messages
in  the secret script of water snail scribes
none perfect  
all marred or mis-shapen in some way
but together
they are a natural mosaic,
incredibly  beautiful
and
somewhat mesmerising
betterdays Nov 2017
standing on the back deck
seeking a cool breeze
feeling the grain
of the old wood
beneath my feet
eyes meandering
from star to star
hearing the night birds sing
and the fish move in the pond
revelling in the serenity
still waitin on the breeze
I sip my  cold water
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