I sit in my car at Knox Park, looking out at the trees, the play equipment, the houses beyond, the occasional bird. The rain has stopped; now the weather is steaming. I leave my door open.
I notice others in cars, with doors open, watching the park. It must be a Murwillumbah thing to do. Some of them are eating lunch. I'll just get mine out of my bag....
Friday, July 13, 2012
The Headlights Flash
The headlights flash
as the van goes over a rise
coming towards me
through the rain.
It veers, big green tank,
its muddy tyres squealing,
the low trailer behind it
jerking. I cringe
and then it's past,
rear view receding.
as the van goes over a rise
coming towards me
through the rain.
It veers, big green tank,
its muddy tyres squealing,
the low trailer behind it
jerking. I cringe
and then it's past,
rear view receding.
She Enters the Café
She enters the café
and sits with a sigh.
He looks at her
enquiringly. 'It's nice
to come to rest,' she says.
and sits with a sigh.
He looks at her
enquiringly. 'It's nice
to come to rest,' she says.
In the Doctor's Waiting Room
In the doctor's waiting room are the old and the young. The old sit quietly, the young are active and noisy — as it should be. At each end of life we are more vulnerable, more in need of care and maintenance.
The Children Roar
The children roar like wild animals, with laughter under the sound. They thump and run inside the fenced-off play area in the doctor's waiting-room.
The young mother sits calmly. gazing into space, her profile turned as if watching them, but her eyes distant, her body relaxed. She is used to this, able to tune out.
Then she returns to the here and now, goes in and fetches them out, puts the littlest on her lap and the other on a chair beside her, laughs with them.
The young mother sits calmly. gazing into space, her profile turned as if watching them, but her eyes distant, her body relaxed. She is used to this, able to tune out.
Then she returns to the here and now, goes in and fetches them out, puts the littlest on her lap and the other on a chair beside her, laughs with them.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Day's Ends
A fragment of birdsong outside
greeted the sunny morning.
I opened the curtains. Change,
and a day of fine grey rain
moving slowly to cold night.
l close the blinds and curtains.
Outside, a fragment of birdsong.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Effective
A rainbow pennant flies
from the corner of the street
marking the entrance to town.
'Peace and pennants', she wished us,
joking (not 'peace and pennance').
And there on the café sign behind it
a painted lotus blossoms, its petals
open to the light ... a symbol of peace.
She does good wishing, that woman!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Elfje
orange
sudden blooms
on the vine
over my back fence
prolific
Having just discovered the Dutch form, elfje, had to have a go! For more information: http://simplyelfje.wordpress.com/
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