I feel less depressed when it blows and rains
seeing the sunshine makes me too wistful
- cyclists and walkers and campers go past
and I havn't walked any distance now for seven odd years
except of course in my imagination
and hope carries me as far as Heaven
a short distance I know, but you can travel that road forever.

The being which suffered modest abuse among the thorned bush blooms a beautiful rose. One by one each silky petal torn carelessly from its stem fall silently to the ground. Bruised and discolored each became frail and weak. Righteousness pleading innocent as breathe fades into the wind carried by admission. Peacefully evacuation bringing serenity among a once dying rose*.

My next door
neighbour has a tree
that looks like jacaranda.
its branches reach right over
here and stroke at my verandah.
if you boil it's seed pods up
and steep a cup of tea,
the brew will mend
a broken heart
i've heard
apparently.

I am like a fossil

I built my stone walls
Nice and sturdy
Around my true self

And slowly
Very slowly
The true me disintegrated


And as I faded away
My rock walls stayed strong
And soon a that was left
Was an imprint of me in my stone walls

And I became a fossil

Pressure has me blinded,
I'm consumed by shapes and sizes.
Beauty of the world is lost in a blur.
Numbers whizz round my head,
Just want to be a perfect ten.
No longer is it people I see,
just their shapes and sizes,
Where do I fit in?
Why, oh why can't I be thin.
Perfect straight lines or
Bulging lumps, soft and round,
I'm obsessed with my shape and the
Size of the shadow I cast upon the ground.