Leadout Train

Can’t catch me

Oh yes I can

Oh no you can’t

Laughter spurts ahead

Chuckle and Chortle burst through

Merriment takes the win 

And the festival begins

Laughter, Merriment, Chuckle and Chortle

Inspiration

my bicycles sit neglected 

wondering if they will ever feel love again

while I lie lack lustre in a pit of mud

pathetically watching my dreams pass me by

A New Day

In serenity

of the morning

we met

and spoke

of God

The Elephant’s Coat

He sat in the hall alone

willing the warmth of his coffee cup

to give life to his worn body

his grey coat

wrinkled with the memories of a thousand elephants

 a mask to his pain.

She sat next to him

her brown eyes mingled with his blue

they talked about the weather

his voice a bare rasp

of emotions concealed

in eternity.

She left 

the moment

cast in memory

immortalised 

in life

beginning in its end.

Dedication

In Memoriam

the

kereru

stands her watch

as I am laid to rest beneath the rimu tree

surrounded with angels dancing in droplets of light

nestled securely in my father’s arms

he and I eternally

entwined

 

(and Mum too)

Release

abandoned deemed lost at sea

shrouded in a plastic yellow coat

queasiness in his stomach turns

to vomit like putrid old school milk

not knowing why he feels this way

some past forgotten deep.

waves slap the side of the boat

with metronomic beat

a recollection of parental hand used in reprimand

reinforcing the pain of love not known

he slides deeper in the coat

some past forgotten deep

sea salt settles upon his lips

reminding him of the time

when he bit so hard

blood trickled from his cheek

to his tongue and down his throat

some past forgotten deep

yellow why is there so much yellow

a tunnel in the sky

the horizon it is crooked

or is it I

what is he seeking

will he ever find

the past forgotten deep