Bonus poem to wish you all a Happy 2022

girl of stars

after talking the new 
year in  in two time zones 
you belatedly go to your bed 
while i drive to the lookout
cool breezed after the hateful 
heat of the old year’s anger
lie on the oversized table
hewn from local eucalypt 
& stare  up   up    ever up

so many stars in the blistering 
sky   they cram the eye
allow myself  to float away
delighting in a dozen minor
shooting streaks  & two tears 
of light so bright they leave  scars
the tingling thrill they fibrillate 
almost equal to the glowsong
my soul sings every time i hear 
your voice  that raucous chuckle 
that wicked sassy firecracker wit
that tender  admission   of love

Day 28 – Stars on Speed

Been feeling very sick all day. 55 minutes ago, I dragged myself from the warmth of my bed to meet today’s obligations. Tried to keep it simple. Choose a favourite topic/common theme. 15 minutes to write (took less, just to capture these sketches). 15 minutes to edit. 15 minutes to find image (it took a fraction longer, though one image I saw, provoked poem pt vii). 15 minutes to update blog. As of writing I have 8 minutes to complete part IV (then back to warmth). So given those constraints, please understand this is a rough draft …


the stars, though hidden by clouds, are still shooting

once we were
the night sky
& every egg
of light was ours

now i wander
through vast
black vacuums
lost, alone

even stars would crack
if they looked too long
into your dark matter eyes

love floats
time breaks
— & all the stars
fall so quietly
no one notices

alone in a lighthouse
under the sea of stars
waiting for your return

wild mind  cobweb memories
misty flowers  narrow window

a love that was  never as good
as i want to  remember it

the stars  shatter

you reminded
me of my heart
as it once was
no wonder i fell
shooting star fast
in love with you

when we reunite
the whole of heaven will glow
stars will fall like rain
till the sky is pure white