What strange creatures we are
attracted to such noises
The constant hum and buzz of them
would drive other species mad
And yet we are drawn in by it
the chaos of this competition
Who can shout the loudest
in a room full of shouting people
Who can scream the loudest
and does anybody hear?
The moonlight is a pale white disc
reflecting on the saturated sand
keeping pace with wet feet
just beyond my reach
this early-evening goddess
Faster, faster I move forward
leaving deep wells of black water
filling quickly and cold in my wake
others have left footprint pools
faster and yet she eludes me
The rising tides send crystal sheets
across the smooth settled shore
and in a moment of chaos
the moon-shine is lost in ripples
fractured in to a million sprites
It’s very strange to feel your armour
eroded by the storms of late
polished steel and impenetrable
built up over many seasons
now tarnished and diminished
worn down in spots and rusted
by the frequent acid rains
Look at all you
beautiful things
fresh and green
burst like fireworks
from winter soil
in to the bright
summer
Daisies on the fresh-cut lawn
your sunny resurgence marks
the end of winter darkness
Warmth upon frozen ground
has hastened your springtime
resurrection
Yes you are from here but
this place has changed so much
would you recognise it?
Maybe the bones
The clock tower is still here
which my grandfather knew
that he rode to in the mornings
And the lions in the park
But the streets are so busy
and the faces aren’t the same
all the voices now are different
It’s like the league of nations
Maybe the bypass is a blessing
no longer have to wander through
the streets of your Father’s city
Yes, he’s still here
There’s a hip new pub now
in the church where you married
I’m glad you haven’t seen it
Spared that indignity
Beautiful summer bloom
illuminated in the sunlight
did I pick you too soon?
from your comfortable vine
you seemed to call out
with your show of petals
and thick lush foliage
and now you shrink
beneath my every touch
is it fear or delight?
that moves you to shiver
and now I tremble too
was it so selfish of me?
Drag a heathen non-believer
to the temple of the sacred I
and offer them up for slaughter
bathe in the flowing likes
Genuflect your own reflection
live your sweet life through the glass
sometimes a vanity mirror
more often a glowing screen
Sad face for the starving children
while you quaff your Sunday brunch
they truly need all the promotion
don’t forget to Instagram that…
Share your riches with the worthy
you’ll get more followers that way
don’t believe the salty haters
you just need to take some ‘me time’
You’ve worked so hard today
You deserve it…
As we ascend, the ocean is glass
expensive, patterned venetian glass
with a rainbow shimmer
impossible to describe
impossible to photograph
changing with our perspective
Far below us the land is emerald velvet
the finest of luxurious fabrics
sewn in to paddocks
crushed at the hills
criss-crossed asphalt seams
traffic a man made oddity
Gossamer thread-like streams
weave in and out of the landscape
precious silver… no platinum
glints back in to our eyes
no great ruler could possess
a more beautiful or jewelled land
Am I so blind to true intentions?
Filter words to suit myself
Weave a story out of nothing
And see suggestions where they’re not…
Do I believe those inner voices?
Telling me to stop and think
Or let my mind hallucinate
Better to be Ignorant…
LVX CREARE 