The view from the kitchen sink takes in the garden,
the fence, the tall trees in the valley, the children shouting
and crying, the feijoa tree, shedding its fruit,
like large green tears, or bullets big as a human heart.
Each swipe of the dish-sponge is anger or regret,
choices have consequences, consequences constrict
to the tightness of skin on a fruit, this feijoa
I slice into, savagely, and stop. Pineapple-scented.
The soft, fragrant jelly within.
Some people change when they see the light, others when they feelthe heat. Caroline Schroeder.
foto – smoke over dorrigo ranges
Mayest thou (God) preserve me from cloudy sunshine.
Once I set traps,
but they’re far too clever,
keeping just out of reach of my pen.
And if I had caught them
where would I dare let them go?
Not on a genteel suburban street,
these wild and jealous shadows.
So I shut up the ceiling for good.
Now we will never escape.
foto – raleigh water park and international raceway 2010 april
Cha deinee rieau yn soogh y shang.
"The greedy will never feel for the hungry."
FOTO-THE MOB’S DINNER AT BILAMBIL
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING:
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,
A gauntlet with a gift in it.
foto- anglican cathedral church grafton july 09
The intelligent son gathereth in summer (in his youth); but the shameful son sleepeth still in harvest.
FOTO – Ulmarra backyard
POORLY sits, richly warms.
Spoken when people sit on a low stool by the fire. Kelly.
The poor seat makes the rich warming. Gaelic.
The lowest seat is nearest the fire. Irish.
Lowly sit, richly warm.
When one will not , two cannot quarrel." — Signifying, that two persons cannot quarrel or fight if one of them refuses.
But stark within my memory
I see it once again
When we all looked at it anxiously
Days when we hoped for rain;
I hear the hollow sounds it made,
Like some prophetic drum,
As I tapped rung on rung, afraid
Of dreadful days to come,
Our Corrugated Iron Tank by James Hackston
FOTO – 2/3 PIONEER IN WESTERN DESERT WWII
Koel near window,
wakes me up calling his friends;
welcome, dawn herald.
FOTO – BILAMBIL DAWN 2005