Summer is coming
like a giant
steamroller,
belching smoke
and flame,
sounding like a
hurricane wind
as it flattens
all in its path
Category: climate change
Valediction
I have never
had, in a long life
of creating ideas,
and things, a serious
review of any of it. No
serious consideration
of what was attempted,
what were the problems,
what was achieved.
But then you don’t get that
for your life itself
I suppose,
Words words words
How many millions
of words have I
written?
Half a million in
one book alone,
other millions
scattered from one
end of my life to
the other.
It would be nice
to think one or two
will be remembered,
else why did I bother?
Certificates
The world seems
increasingly ruled
by people who are
certifiably insane.
But perhaps it
always was.
Idyll
A country garden
sounds like a quaint,
quiet, idyllic place,
where Percy Grainger
could write a chirpy
piece of music which
goes nowhere.
If the country is
Australia though
the country garden is
a place green
in tooth and claw.
Plants struggle against
wind and drought,
rabbits, parrots
possums and kangaroos,
pigs, goats, sheep,
weeds and rocks and
soil that repels moisture,
and bushfires that
constantly threaten
to burn the lot.
Counting plants in the
morning, vigilant
for snakes in the grass,
is about as
relaxing as a shepherd
counting sheep.
No room in the neurones
He who is
tired of learning
has been doing
it for seventy
three years and
needs to rest
40 winks more
Strange how some event which is a “wake-up call” leaves everyone sleeping just as soundly as ever.
Old man in dry month
Rain rain
come and play,
stay away
another day.
Lament for a lost planet
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….
Probably not
When Rupert Murdoch looks at Donald Trump, and the return of Fascism around the world, and the now irreversible destruction of the planet, is he capable of feeling shame?
