insects

the subtle scent of incense burning and warm takes me back to summers of my youth. a distant memory, not quite faded from my brain. the smell wraps itself around me, vaguely familiar. i cannot quite grasp the images, they are dream-like and distant at times. and then suddenly clear, conjuring up scenes of sunshine, heat, smoke, a dull rhythm of drum beats and velvet corners. smooth and curving, they cling to the deepest recesses within me.

summertime

green grass lays spinning
twirling flashing around
in a swirling circle whir
sun drenched dark floor boards
leading to the frothy ocean colour
schemed out of winter dreams
dayscapes of easy-ness
sandy feet hand hair
dried suits parched skin
browned in the afternoon skies

secrets

saying too much has always been an issue for her
not saying enough was never a real problem
always speaking, thinking, wondering, assuming, wishing, writing, believing
sharing has been something she's longed to do
with someone, anyone
trusting someone else, baiting them to pass along details
hoping they would not share what was meant to be kept private

scent of punk incense
sluices rain through the barley sacks
strung out after the rain
soaked through chlorine perfumed towels
candles flicker
shrieked cries erupt splashed over
fan whirls plastic
stillness brandished over burned grass
beneath the sunshine clouds robins cruise
my eyes cast over
the lit greenbrown palm tree sits alone
lost
forlorn
forgotten

driven

she had driven to the edge of the world, or so it seemed. perching on the slope of a grassy hill that went on and on, she peered over the side, careful to not pitch forward into what she saw as the abyss of rocks, stones, grass, twigs. and end of her existence. sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and wondered silently how she had reached here. to this point in her life where just looking down a hill conjured up images of darkness and destruction. she quickly shook the images from her head, opened her eyes and gazed out, determined to see this beautiful scene for what it really was. a magical place where her life now was and where her life could be something new.