trip the poem fantastic...

the ignition works just fine
on good days

the occasional tune up
costs a bit
so I save up
and psych up
for the necessary
duty
to keep the motor
singing

usually a routine for the holidays

meanwhile
the clean
the shine and polish
are left to the rain
and the sunshine
with varying degrees of success

there are a few damaged bits
courtesy of certain distances
and certain places
I didn't really want to go

but still
they hang together
and look kinda close
to what they once were

the day when I can 
re 
tire 
the wheels 
is on my bucket list 

 but I think there's a hole in my bucket 


NOTE
Photo is of micro community art on a garden wall outside the Kingston Arts Centre at Moorabbin, an inner suburb of Melbourne


 Linking to: dVerse ~ trip the poem fantastic

Monster

hunk of ugliness

silent
hunk of ugly
presence

disturbing
chameleon

a shape shifter

at the bottom of my garden
my private garden


my garden
where my seasons hopefully attract life

where I try to balance
my sunshine
and rain

where I try to keep 
their 
smoke and mirrors 
at bay



Linking to:
dVerse ~ Monster

Outside

picture frames
unreeled

sandy spaces
untilled

pale footprints
unfilled

childhood faces
unpainted

surging waters 
untainted

smiles 
broken

silence
spoken


outside

awoken


surging waters
painted

childhood faces
tainted

pale footprints
tilled

sandy spaces
filled
tilled
tainted
painted

picture frames
re-sealed



Linking to:
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Outside

O Pandora!

At first glance,
there seems to be nothing specially extraordinary about this view of a window with a sign

but this is one of many tall windows
round a large locked
empty room
in the old, colonial quarantine area
(fraught with many a tragic story)
at Point Nepean
on the far southern tip of the Mornington Peninsula

and
Red Hill Roast Coffee
seems like a rude temptation
that simply
can't happen
in the here and now
when you need it

Order online 
you can email at redhillroast@hotmail.com 
and we will deliver or send out

a sign of the times

reality mugged
and drugged
submitting to
 virtual worlds

fool's paradise

no sign of Pandora

no choice
but to

reel back
and
enjoy
our empty room
our tragic tall windows
our quarantine

our coffee
roasted
to perfection

o Pandora


NOTE:
Real apologies to the Red Hill Roast Coffee company
This is just a bit of circumstantial fun!
(And the photo was taken on 22nd January 2012.
This really is a quarantine area from our colonial days.
Parts are now open for the public to wander, including the 2 storey hospital and the disinfecting area.
What this building and this room really are I don't know.
It's all locked up.
And just the sign appears outside!
Things could be different now!)


Linking to:
dVerse ~ Irony

Our Glass...

our world of perfect glass

mirrors and windows

we see out
we see in

we reflect

but
crack
chip or
 puncture perfection

see beyond
see under
see behind

see through

more than I wish to see

then we are
distorted
broken

jus' sayin'
not really believin'
jus' sayin'





Linking to:
Poetry Jam ~ Castle of Glass
dVerse ~ Open Link Night