The sign at the
Supermarket
checkout proudly
said “new winners
every day”,
which is a much
better deal than
we all get at
the Life checkout.
Tag: poetry
Dustbin
I am as
certain of the
non-existence
of a god
as I am of the
non-existence
of mermaids,
werewolves,
goblins,
yowies,
easter bunnies,
pixies,
bunyips,
jack frost,
unicorns,
yetis,
tooth fairies,
minotaur,
leprechauns,
father xmas,
nessie,
gorgons,
poltergeists,
dragons,
aliens,
and ghosts.
Payment due
Writing a
memoir is
a life’s work.
It has to
be earned
by the lines
of your face,
the wrinkles
of your hands,
the night fears
of your sleep,
the weariness
of your brain,
the failing of
your body,
and finished
just in time.
Happy to see you
The Choughs
are back
doing some
gardening for
me, and the
sight of their
ungainly walk
and their happy
family warms
the cockles of
my cold winter
heart.
Falling down
Once I saw
on the ground
under trees
blue fragments
of a small
egg. But were
they from an
egg that fell
or one that
had hatched?
I didn’t
know just what
I should feel.
Survivor
Old age is
being dropped
into a jungle
by parachute
and trying
to survive
using only
your wits.
Philatelic thoughts
Sometimes,
when I am
sorting my old
English
postage
stamps,
I wonder if
this one or
that one was
a stamp my
great great
grandfather
might have
used.
Seasons
Plumes of smoke
on a cold
Winter’s day
bring thoughts
of warmth and
community
and human
busyness and
achievement.
Plumes of smoke
on a hot
Summer’s day
bring thoughts
of destruction
and terror
and loss and
anger and
failure.
Mine
I wonder what
he was thinking,
that first man
who chewed a
mouthful of
pigment and
then blew it
over his hand
pressed tight
against the wall
of a cave?
Love birds
Birds in pairs,
galahs,
magpies,
rosellas,
butcher birds,
crows,
peewits,
birds in pairs,
thinking of
Spring.
