Spiralling

The way is turning clockwise in the lens against my eye
Forcing from my diaphragm involuntary sighs

You tried to tell me months ago you needed your own space
You were closer to the edge than I had cared to realise

Now I’m standing by the ocean on a flat volcanic rock
Threading one green ribbon ‘round a tiny steel hook

Casting through the eyepiece of a galaxy for you
Petitioning the darkness that I might just catch your view

Eucalyptusphere

Cicada shell brooches and scribbly bark carvings.
Lorikeet, whipbird and lyre recordings.
Bottled blue eucalypt oils and haze
by an icy cold waterfall shower in shade.

Dapples are dancing on pink finger petals
under a canopy glittering gold.
Engraved in a buttress one year to the day
the name of the one that I love still remains.

~

Water Simulation at Breathing Poetry

Many thanks to Nancy for choosing my recent poem, Water Simulation, to appear at Breathing Poetry. Be sure to head on over and peruse the fabulous collection of poetry that is on offer.

For goodness’ sake

Correction.
Every procedure aims
toward a preferred outcome.
Take life,
for goodness’ sake.

~

For instance

Every process aims
toward an eventual end.

Take life for instance.

~

Sun, sand and molten green jazz

At the foot of Mount Sand Castle, seagulls and long-legged ibises
supersize diets with litter and charity chips.

Pirates on horseback trot in from the west slinging sunburst acoustic guitars
and pillage a spillage of gold, brass and molten green jazz

Nightfall tips over and trickles of shadow flow gently from Sand Castle Heights
along the road home with a stealthy tide closely behind.

I swap some shampoo from my palm to your shoulders and massage the sea from your skin
while the moon splays a shadow from Sunstone gems laced by your neck.

Driftwood

meanwhile a skipping stone reaches the end of a motional tether,
sinking unfeeling in the pit of a fluidic space.
giggles and Wiggles and bare feet on pebblecrete wishes.
Time twisted driftwood and mulberries somehow misplaced.

Mermaid tears

I’m not sure whether this counts as plagiarism or bastardisation. Meh. Accusational terminologies aside, I would like to grieve for my mermaid, whose salty tears have led to such a heart wrenching rupture. (i had more to say here, but I have lost my sense of humor and therefore deleted it).

To Pasquale Christian, the naive reference to Anya Riis leads me to believe that you have not been familiarised with the etiquettes of referencing. I trust that you will, perhaps, take some time to contact me and ask for belated permissions.

Mermaid ruptures (by Pasquale Christian)

( with crystal reminiscence )

and the aroma of Merlot osculations
but then
that slide between your fingertips
and unify with a lazy
eau de zephyr of distant ocean

the unseeable timer
holds elected to look
and holds whispered something brief that lingers
in your other ear.
Inspiration by Anya Riis – Like I used to

Mermaid Tears – by Brad Frederiksen

In the space between the surface,
on the one hand,
of a dozen unarranged
and frosted mermaid tears
I sent to you by sms,

(with crystal reminiscence)

and the scent of merlot kisses
on the other hand
that slide between your fingertips
and mingle with a lazy
eau de breeze of distant ocean

the invisible timekeeper
has elected to appear
and has whispered something brief that lingers
in your other ear.

Inspiration by Anya Riis – Like I used to

The Watchmaker and the Timekeeper

Into the watchmaker’s watch each will fall
and survive if they oil the cogs.
The free are the ones who sprint for the teeth
and challenge the timekeeper’s log.

Inspired by Paul Squires – “The Rehabilitation of Karl Marx”. Special mention also to William Paley.

Thanks Paul. As always, your writing is ensuring that I keep ticking.

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