Wet with the nippy April rain
Wade through the forest of blue gums
Nature’s offer feeding the rowdy musk lorikeets
Bubbly green, blue, yellow and red feathers
Cheering me on this journey of avoidance
Escape from being buried in the world ‘s clutter
Deep moss and towering gums
My shelter and refuge
The happy sun, the story telling clouds, the birth pain pink sky were inspiring.
Landscapes pulled me over with their outstretched arms along the highway. I read my book by the cows and sheep sharing their green pasture; I drank by the brooke with rainbow lorikeets; I hid from the storm under sugarcane plantation; I yarned with the locals at the grocery store.
The smell of the artificial ocean air refresher, dark roast coffee, MacDonald’s Happy Meal in the car brought me back to reality.
A road trip made my mind escape into the world outside the car window, some real, some imaginery, the rest was just an uninspired poet trying to make the most of a recent event.
These are the traces
of our immature effort
before breaking free
into a new world
I feel alive
With salt in my hair
Sand between my toes
Sunburn on my cheeks
I am free
Open field of lavenders
decorated with purple dreams
filled with smoky scent
from the sprigs
broken between our skin
Perhaps
that’s enough
to make the moon
pregnant
I long to be
these little shells
laze around
on a bed of moss
wearing the marks
of the ocean
bath in the healing sun
We became
the mellow sky
In harmony with
the time polished rocks
And finely sieved sand
I looked through the train window
Lines of yellow trees shimmering
in the golden sun rays
That took me to the sunflower field in January
when I wore smiles like daffodils
Chilly autumn day
on a wet shore
The hard-edged pebbles
underneath my unprepared feet
cripple my steps
Leaning against a rock
I watch you snorkeling
flappers up
diving deep
towards the colourful marine world
where you find joy
and peace
Your garden
I trespass
You size me up
I hold still
No eye contact
Let it be peace
between us
I only
stopping by
Flicker of Thoughts 