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.

Sometimes
i feel it manifest.
a vice-like grip
across my chest,
as memories
of you possess
my peace and
cast me ******
on silent cries
of absent
breath.

Oh Allyn what
a state we're in.
how every drip and
gush is owed you.
eddies rushing,
overflowed
with water new,
are carving paths
through, yearning
just to wildly run
the banks as you do.
rolling boulders,
sounding like a
sunken drum too,
pounding down
by roiling fathoms,
all as one you wait
for none, and on
forever you
continue.

My dearest tea
you greet me sir,
take my left hand
your spoon astir.
i let you stand until just so,
beloved sip of company
i've come to know.
your brim is steaming,
and from behind you
early rays of glory
streaming through
a dawn awakened
window to a world
where life is teeming.
but wait, a few more
minutes with you...
let me lose your steady
brew just slow and quietly
as the glistening dew
appears, and winks
me from my
dreaming.

Dark heavens
slapped my state
of blues today.
the sky was grey
and green, and
seething in between.
it spat cold rocks
on me and made
me see alacrity,
defeat my sheets
of drenched
passivity,
refreshingly.

Banned,
momentarily.
young, impetuous
stubborn and aware,
tac sharp, she merrily
swears all contraband.
trapped by parental snare
in her room of thoughts
she battles valiantly
with screaming demons,
playing cleverly,
her winning
hand.

hello.
i've missed you.
been off in a non
reflective stretch
of my unimagination,
unlistening to the
justness of your so.
i know. i'll tilt an ear
to ground and
scribe you down
and share you
as you go.