Reflection

Every day is
a new life
every hour
a second,
third, fourth,
chance
every second
an adventure
so minuscule
we don't
notice
like
the beating
of our hearts
and
each breath
that
we take





"ellecee"

Jigalong Song

We came
to this
place
as adventurers
and
explorers

You felt
on the edge
I felt
I had
returned
to the
womb

We
wrestled
for position
in a place
where
there need be
none

A place
of peace,
solitude,
and ever
present
silence

During quiet
periods
we sat
facing
knee to knee
hand in hand
eyes
closed

Willing
the spirits
to give us
answers
to the
unanswerable

Answers to
old
questions

Where
does love
come from?

Where
does love
 go?

What is
the sound
of loss?

Jigalong song.







"ellecee"




Jigalong Sunset (photo credit)
Jigalong is a remote Australian Indigenous community of approximately 427 people located in Western Australia. 

Meetings

At times of their choosing they
travel to a meeting place
beyond the restrictions of their
every day world

In silence they drift toward
each other and lie quietly
floating and dreaming together
of yet to be discovered
days of wonder

She touches him and her body
comes alive, awakened from a long
self-imposed exile and she marvels
at how her senses
never forget

They are comforted and sated and
filled to the brim with old emotions
made new through this discovery
of a shared vision
intense and personal

They stay in this place for as long
as their minds allow, until the ordinary
world infringes again and returns
them to the duties
of the every day

Except now these gifts remain
just within reach
the body and spirit are
mellowed
from the memory of their meeting
and they rest
in that joy



"ellecee"





A note: These last two poems of mine are really old but when I encounter them again they bring back
memories and a sense of  an endearing history, something special to share again.

Contact

She is the one haunting
and the haunted,
the chalice and the wine,
the lover
and the beloved
the singer and the song

Because he can come to her
only in dreams
she feels their roles merge,
separate, merge again,
their energy moves, mingles,
passes away

A spiral downward into an abyss,
a deep cavern
echoing with the sounds
of joy





"ellecee"

The Couple

They are woven together
no - punched,
hooked,
a rug of many colours
all dark
Misery blended
with misery
until the pattern is
indiscernible,
beautiful;
causing their neighbours
and strangers
to mistake them
for joy





"ellecee"

Lost Poem

Floating
on a sea of unease
the wind rising
stirring my unwritten
words
blowing them
out of my mind
I weep
as I see them
smashed
against the shoal
Fair weather friends





"ellecee"

Too Sweet

I am sickened from

too much sweet

yet I crave it and

rush to Woolies to buy

chocolate and liquorice

by the 100 gram

and eat until I am 

saturated and unsatisfied

silly and sick

confused again

What would suffice?

I wonder

instead of this

vice

"ellecee"

Cement

She likes to lie down

sometimes

with her cheek pressed to cold cement

uncompromising,

worn smooth on the surface

from being trod upon

by so many feet

"ellecee"

What To Do

I've walked this
street one hundred
times before
Breathed deeply
the scent of cherry
blossoms in spring,
the cool fall breeze
has caressed my skin
as fallen leaves rustled
at my feet
Through winter wonderlands
and summer heat, sultry and
moist,
and then I met you
a chance encounter,
you were lost, walking down
the wrong street, looking for
the wrong house, not my house;
You smiled at me, reached out
and touched my arm
Destiny sang, karmic, cosmic
coincidences collided in colours
of every hue
What to do?
What to do?

Post Sally

You have to keep going
that's what everybody says
but what do they know
and what to keep going for?
Budding flowers,  falling leaves,
cantankerous old men, laughing children,
rebuilt houses, home made stew, joints,
dill pickles, apple pie, tequila, beer,
sunsets, beach walking, dreams, sex,
making love, birth, rebirth, etc, etc,
because the alternative
is
what?




"ellecee"