Posts Tagged ‘Nature’


An Ending + Lazy Posts

December 3, 2013

This is a lazy post. Or perhaps its a rational one. I think its both. The below poem was a fragment to a poem. The start of a poem that was meant to end, but was left. I like it however. As although it is small and was the start to a poem, it is also an ending. It is both. Going back and trying to change it would alter what I felt before. It would add the me of now to the me of then, and, although we are the same people, we are in different times and places. So in that way, it is rational to leave it as it is. And it is also lazy to leave it as it is.


An Ending

A peach sunset falls slowly over the bay.

The beach cools, the tourists shake their towels and stroll,

the shadows on the green hills darken.

I sway in my seat, sip my beer, and mull.


Bursting For Flight – Isles Poetry

November 1, 2013


Just a little poem I wrote while watching young hummingbirds jumping around these flowers.

Bursting For Flight

Fluttering with their nature

young hummingbirds hop.

Thin branches flex as they bound

with graceless flapping.

Energetic bursts of their youth

crashing through the spindly leaves.

Hovering at yellow-belled flowers

tasting sweetness for mere moments

before capitulating

to swing on long fine stems.

‘Twit twit twit’ they taunt each other,

vent their frustration and laugh.

Vibrating where they stand

feeling their potential for flight

all their energy pulses out

as they strain to earn their name;

humming humming humming.



The Creature – Isles Poetry Project

October 30, 2013

What creature am I? Who bees are magnetic to? They crawl all over. Licking with their tendril tongues like pollen loving puppies. Their enemy, the wasps make their nest at my door. Encroaching beside my window and bed. Shipping wet earth with their mouths. Constructing their crusty cocoons. Laying their long green caterpillars in their clay cradles. I destroy them and watch their forked bottomed babes wriggle and then still. I avoid the mother when she returns, hovering where she knows they must have been. At night the mosquitoes feed on me, finding me with their blood-soaked eyes. I slap them to the tiles then feed them to the wandering ants who help me clean my floor. Small moths inspect the room fluttering aimlessly, harmlessly. Flies come and go whirring in like distant relatives. They only need an open door to take the hint and leave. Fresh cut grass glows a lustrous green in the sun. A worm wriggles across, confused. We live with our decisions and ignorant we die. Choice celebrates freedom so I don’t help, but walk away. The bushes are wild with flowers getting butterflies drunk. We just pass each other by. Amidst all this I’m here and thinking; what creature am I?


Here and Now

September 24, 2013

A trek amidst the trees.

Down the jungle path with greens

and browns and only me;

our colours colouring the spectrum.

All adding our diversity of clashing chemicals.

Bio-handshakes greet and negotiate everywhere.

Centipedes curl in fighting on the ground.

Lizards awaking from their pathway slumbers

scatter into the brush. Butterflies

chase each other through the vines

with one thing on their minds.

A constant whir hidden close in the trees

singing the song of the tropical heat.

Light shimmers through the canopy

while I wipe down my sweat and

breathe the humidity. The trees quiet

with a gentle rustle and I pause.

Even the sun hushes with the wind

leaving everything still and waiting.

A moment where thoughts overtake actions.

Where sounds and movements find

synchronous peace and reflection.

We look around in consideration.

No thoughts, just recognition.

We are here. We are now. We are.


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