Monday, April 11, 2011

I...




I
It’s fascinated me
As a child
I
It will trouble me
Till I die
Is it
The superficial me?
Much of which
I can’t even see
Or, is it
The within of me?
That’s always been
A mystery to me
Is it
The mind?
That hardly ever
Listens to me
Or, is it
The thoughts?
From where do they
Come to me?
I
Really confuses me
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I took a stroll

Newstead Park at dusk

Down the avenues I used to walk
Before I took a snooze
One that turned too long
I took a stroll

Spoke to me through my skin
The cool breeze so invigorating
Whispered me, the autumn’s back
Oh, I love her, and the spring

Among the last rays, yellow and pale
Like piles of hay over a misty field
Barred my feet stepping any further
The mountains westward, they glittered

Drizzled down the dusk, so did memories
Juggling emotion as I sauntered home
Through the leaves on the hedge
That danced in the autumn breeze

PS. The above picture of the Newstead Park was not the scenery I that made me write these verses, but the sight of mountains to the northwest of Brisbane seen from a hilly area in Clayfield. I unfortunately did not have a camera with me to capture it, and it lasted only a few minutes before the sun dipped behind the mountains.