JOY

 JOY.

Smoke

curls

shyly,

silky wisps,

embrace brilliant blue.

Two clay, olden day, chimney stacks,

Send a warming message

skyward.

I saunter along my stone-pitted way, and marvel

at a new concrete

footpath.

Council reclaiming its right to

blanket earth.

What a joy It will be for mothers wheeling strollers, and babies catching a sky view,

A joy for kids on bicycles,

 tinkling bells, too.

And a joy for those in wheelchairs,

beetling along the landscape

joined by those with walkers,

leaves flying in their windy wake.

I prefer the rutted, brown earth,

connecting

me to ground.

Apply censorship to this thought.

Learn to be stable.

Do not trip up or I ‘ll be found,

broken and in pieces, blinking upward, on a mound.

VGow

Chaotic Fibonacci.

11/06/19

REASON

REASON.

Storm

clouds bubble

 in promise

of rapid downpour.

Alas,

not able

to muster

a sprinkle today.

Not a spit.

No rainbows for white cockatoos,

weaving and wrapping,

flirting with crimson rosellas,

who are enjoying

eating the last of the rose hips.

Old man, at the head of the

table

shakes his head at the folly he

sees.

Greed, amassed by thieves,

breeds a fearful mob,

ready to destroy

this fragile garden,

no species

is immune.

Who

will be left to drink from the river?

Fish, all dead. Eat cotton instead?

Who will be left to load the coal?

Air, putrid with dust, all left to rust.

Where are the leaders to inspire?

Gone to stoke the funeral pyre?

Look, sunshine whispers to the leaves,

spinning around in Autumn’s breeze.

Still, time to be and taste good tea.

Till old man at the

head of the table

calls and we

leave this

tower of Babel.

Oh,no!The old man has left the table.                                                                                                                                  VGow  01/05/19

ENERGY

ENERGY

Twirl

like

dervish

energy,

spiraling outwards.

Repeating patterns

in our galaxy.

Movement in motion,

dense matter,

dispersing.

Catching

light particles,

spinning through darkness.

Shifting through timelines.

Weaving a tapestry of fine thought.

Creating colour

In the

dance of life.

Accept

this

Age.

Embrace

change

as it readies one

for

revival.

VGow

28/03/19