Mercy

the drought summer
triggers the waves
to fire unforgiving saline shots
to a cracked shore

the sun scratches my cheeks
like a vicious cat fed up
with anchovies being fed
around the clock

her glaring sharp stare
threatens the moonlight
to hide in plain sight

my feet on the burning sand
gives flashback of
watching a rabbit roasted
on the campfire

in agony, I curse the sun
showing no mercy to the land
she chuckles on my naïveté
and tells me to plead with
the God upstairs
to let loose the blessing rain
instead of drumming up
the raging thunder

Missing Person

She has been dreaming for years
to be the girl next door
living on a remote farm
where her closest neighbour
is 200k away

Farm life makes her
frightfully independent
She is the master of
shepherd dogs
a shepherd with a flock of geese
She tends to 2 silos filled with
1000 hectares harvest grains

Old pub on Friday nights
farmers are looking for a wife
They always look past her
thinking she is one of their own
sunburnt, sweaty, steward of the land
She finds herself
putting on mascara, blush, lip gloss
in vain

She packs her bag
drives her ute to the next town
hops on the first train
becomes the statistic of
another missing person

Sapphire

The Living Poetry prompt

He slips the blue sapphire
onto her finger
silently
prays for her spirit
to turn towards him

She accepts his ring of proposal
silently
prays for his envy and jealousy
banished from their life forward

Will the blue sapphire
be the magic wand
grant them fidelity
in marriage
or
be the smallest handcuff
imprison her heart

Romantic punishment

I keep saying
the honeymoon period will end in due time
you will no longer write poetry about me

You said there is no such thing
I am just overthinking myself stupid
and
waiting for tragedy to happen
when there is no reason to believe
that our love is fading

As a punishment
I have got your man flu
and
you have got my period

She fights

Rain like this
brings incomprehensible
pain and sorrow

Day like this
all she wants to do
is to curl up in a ball
to sleep the time away

But she fights
to get up
get going
cos the thought of
breaking down
is far more
frightening

I can’t, He can

I have learned not to look too far ahead.
Because tomorrow is an illusion
while today is a pandora yet to be opened.
I cannot afford to waste my breaths on
fearing the mountains ahead.
Because I must fix my gaze on the unseen force that moves the mountain.
I have realised how much strength I lack.
And yet for the last however long
I am still plowing ahead with strength that I never have.
So, let go and let God!
He alone can indeed carry me to the end.

Simply satisfied

her heart is
the rollercoaster
in the amusement park
of the sanctuary valley

she is grateful
when she sounds
I need you
I want you
I miss you
I love you
they boomerang

what better place
than this
where her heart
finds rest