#walkabout
When you see poetry
Everywhere and in everything,
It’s pertinent to stop stymying.
And from time-to-time take a 'poetry walkabout' —
"Time," when you put down the pen,
leave the paper on the tree,
and open your eyes to see,
the magnificent moments in the ordinary billabong or a good ol’ singabout,
Where you let your insides out,
in a painting, in a workout, in a cook-up,
in a stitch up, bare feet soiled, and run like Phar Lap*,
return breathless with glee, have a cuppa, and then peruse the words you’ve borrowed —
With new eyes,
re-tuned ears and spirit,
love returns, more spit and grit, now without the sh*t,
The joy of untangling ideas is re-hallowed.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 12:56 AM UTC
warm
spring day stroll
next to those
nearly naked trees
their tiny leaf buds
that flanks both
the creamy
cloud swirled
dreamy light blue sky
and the pebble strewn dirt
path
curving through
the local cemetery
not far from the railroad tracks
near the creek
with the squeaky metal bridge
my neighbor's leashed
fierce little ankle biter
marks his spots
between
the plots
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC