A lost World

Dawn signals the opening of the doorway

between future space continuum

and past cataclysmic events

We have become alien

living on our birth home

unable to stop the decay

Ancient graves fill the red zoned landscape

with ingrained stories of old

Finally at the boundary

when light will be lost forever

hope of a new beginning is revealed

Past discretions are written in volumes

of psychological thrillers

where technology organised all intelligence

and made the decisions on the human path taken

Lives were shaped by other people’s choices

that have now destroyed our home world

Stepping forward into the unknown horizon

with the distant red earth in mind

life changes for the brave

Rainforest Faeries

Experimental photography – dragonfly Far North Queensland, Australia 2020

After the monsoon rains

sunbeams caress rainforest foliage.

Birds of paradise spread their silken wings

and dance to the call of love.

Chambers of broad leaf ferns

bend in a calm greeting to forest floor dwelers

where Orchids bloom

beside Angel Wing Begonias.

Mischievous faeries dare to roam

throughout the high canopy

mimicking chattering bird calls

that travel downward and across wooded landscape,

crossing borders between humanity and the enchanted.

Flickers of movement within Ragwort climbers,

behind ancient stone heaps

cannot be caught on film,

for fear of becoming a substitute changeling.

With the softest touch

the Guardian Angel of the rainforest

strokes the warm, nebulous land

bringing peace to the kingdom

and silence enters the unknown world,

where dragonflies unfurl their wings.

Dreaming

William Ricketts sanctuary, Mount Dandenong Observatory Victoria, Australia

The space between broken lines

dances across stone and moss

creating rainbows in 3D

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Wild vibrations

move in synchronization

producing deep evocative laughter

from hidden ghosts

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It devours the mind

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Psychic energy displaced

within decayed walls

extracts memories

of distorted night time creatures

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Multicoloured shapes weave side to side

echoing high pitched, mechanical screams

that escape between the dream worlds

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Freezing air cuts deep into flesh

until it bleeds into worn fissures

sending a message

in foreign correspondence

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Fracturing the impossible hallucinations

takes corage and belief

in a world beyond normality

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Anticipation builds

immediately upon the world’s silence.

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Just before dawn breaks

across the barrier of darkness,

the world stops spinning

as the angel of daylight

heralds the arrival

of the opening of the gateway

After the Tempest

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Canberra ACT, Australia

 

Hungry flames ignite the landscape

in a raging tempest

 confusion and disorder

create an augmented reality

 reducing all to ash

in a 3-D landscape 

The beast within devouring fuel

until the welcome respite begins 

and life breathes anew

with heaven’s rain

 

Dark Words

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When the sunlight touches my skin

I smell the wildflowers

embracing all extraordinary moments

I surrender to your words

and respect the insight

that reveals the truth

Savouring strange encounters

creates difference beyond expectations

with the flavour of life

beneath the ageless tree that stands beside

cascading white frothed water

the sunlight warms the earth

before the mist and darkness falls

concealing the path back to normalcy

In between, contrasting conditions,

I will weave thoughts

of commanding the guard to subdue you

Until your words

become the ghosts of the past

and the sunlight touches my skin

once more

 

The Artist

 

 

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Irrelevant but connected time draws us close

to a mindful revelation that perhaps time

is all but some sort of cartoon image

and we are all caught

in the artists’ bare hand

The Art of Time

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Student sculpture, zoology education centre, Monash University, Victoria, Australia

 

Irrelevant but connected time draws us close

to a mindful revelation that perhaps time

is all but some sort of cartoon image

and we are all caught

in the artists’ bare hand

Breaking

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I think I’d like to be a wombat

living underground under a tree

in these uncertain times

 

in solitude

 

in isolation

 

I could go into hibernation

sleep like a bear

sleep the winter months away

with no knowledge of the troubles in the world – without breaking, without loss

 

I would awake in spring

after the storm

with calm restored