Soliloquoy At Shoal Bay NSW

 Cinquain

at last
i've reached the coast
safe journey well done girl 
a swan and a red boat greet me
hi there

lovely
time for a swim
flying fish everywhere
now i know why it's called shoal bay
oops shark





small one
not to worry
it prefers fish to me
that is what i am presuming
at least

small shark
its mum's somewhere
usually close by
c'mon girly do not tempt fate
get out

Night Driving

Shadorma

night driving
only a few trucks
on the road
just two  words
to describe driving at night
bloody marvellous

whizzing through
the black velvet datk
it's midnight
earth still hot
from sweltering outback heat
night drive to the coast

Midweek Motif PU

Valentines Day

i don't have a valentine
but when i hear this song
my heart melts
i wish i had one
just for today

floating in the pool
i look up at the twilight clouds
listening to vince  jones
sing my favourite love song
i've been swinning to this all summer

where are you
are you never going to find me

Haiku Horizons

the moon shows his face
beaming smiles and treachery
seducing the stars

Vince Jones - In An Attempt To Be Fascinating

 Cinquain


you too
are leaving me
there is no one left now
you my longest relationship
over

Mid Week Motif - Poets United

i remember it
vividly
we saw her
at the bus stop
we knew her

it was fairly obvious
she was doing it tough
her husband had run off
to give new meaning to his life
with a woman 20 years younger
and left her with nothing

we should help her
give her a job

the corners of his mouth
curled with contempt
aghast


his outrage at this suggestion
was punctuated by an incredulous  sneer  
the same one he affected when
the accountant dozing off  next to him at a concert
broke thunderous wind like a trombone solo
in the slow movt of the schubert symphony
at the opera house


how would you feel if
she were your mother or daughter
we should help her
give her a job at least

my mother and daughter
would never be stupid enough
to find themselves
in that situation
he said
with the demeanour
of the smug entitled prick
that he was

the final nail
driven firmly into
the coffin
of our relationship

This Ole House

ten years ago
they said she should pull it down
it's not worth restoring
she fell in love with it
this ole house had a story

this ole house had a story
she dreamt it would be hers
prospective buyers
stayed in their cars  drove off in disgust
whispers of the past called  to her

whispers of the past called to her
the flushed face of the woman
cooking on the fuel stove
in extreme heat babies crying
washing on the verandah

washing on the verandah
drying in the breeze the wind
blowing in from the plains
whistling a wail of sadness
as the sun begins to set

as the sun begins to set
the men cross the paddock
on their way homewards
how many  before have stood at this window
looking out at the plains wondering