Poetry (Day 317): Paws

 

Paws

 

Down at the park. Shitzu
on a retractable lead swallowed
by a surging mass of children.
We’re going to need a bigger dog.

 

Poetry (Day 301): Unprovoked

Yesterday was 300 poems. I forgot to celebrate yesterday and today… Well, today, a bus driver was doused in petrol and burned alive by what appears to be a random stranger who then just allowed himself to be arrested.

World, you suck.

 

Unprovoked

 

How do you explain
to your children
about a man
in a bus

doused in petrol
and burned alive?

How do you
keep them safe?

 

Poetry (Day 243): Parenthood

Parenthood

Looking for a quiet moment
to gather my thoughts,
like chasing my shadow
across the desert,
trying to get out of the sun.

Poetry (Day 211): Hero

Hero

Some superheroes
wear capes.
Some have gadgets
or magic rings
to help them
save the world.
Some superheroes
just get out of bed each day
because it needs to be done.
And they may only
change the lives
of one small person,
but it is enough.

Poetry (Day 189): Barbecue

       Barbecue

The kids are playing
a rowdy game
that will soon get out of hand.
But we let them go
just so we can sit
and talk
a while longer.

Paper plates are still
on the table and
the barbecue still
smells of marinade
and steak.

The kids shout and
a storm of cockatoos
burst from the trees,
as the long afternoon
drifts away towards night.

Poetry (Day 137): Bower Bird

    Bower Bird

 

I am a bower bird
collecting a clutter of memories
in the colors
of my wife and children.

Poetry (Day 38): Storm