Stick 183 - Water Glue

Water Glue

Silver hue in the water threads
of the woven mass of my female life's underswirls
where the path leads to a balloon of floating water sticks
that lie in wait on the surface of my hidden mirror lake 

Blue hue in the altantis of my mind
as the submerged ancient graffitti
show me where to stake my next foothold
as the water wrinkles and waves around my mirror mould

Brown hue glow in the sunset over the threading water below
through miriads of drop moments
where the blue sky carresses and with force
makes love to my below-water yearning as it mixes
the above, below, fast and vast and so deliciously slow

Stick 182 - You knew

You Knew

I knew who you were
I knew you stood tall
I knew you were silent
because you knew what life and love was all about

I knew your eyes smile-twinkled
I knew you noticed every moment's everything
I knew you stored no judgement
because you knew what life and love was all about

I knew you hurt on the inside
I knew you bled human tears of fear
I knew you still walked forward
because you knew that life was all about living love

stick 181 - Tossing and Turning

Tossing and Turning

and then the worry started
in an uncanny and unsettling way
it clouded all the judgements
as it clamoured to bully a mindset mainstay

and then the sleep became harder
in an avoiding bedtime way
it obsessed and distressed me
as it occupied my nighttime sleep with glee in delay

and then i stood on the edge of a cliff
the cold air swirled up in a hazy gravity game
and in a certainty of a specific moment of absolute surety
all the tossing and turning came to an incredibly freeing sure relieving end

Stick 180 - Too Soon

Dedicated to Barbara Ryan
 - Passed away today

Your waka now on the after sea
Your smile now a flax wave on the ocean breeze

Your silent calm strength in the black palm tree
Your humble living as healing as the Puriri berry tree

Your sharp humour hopping pebbles on the mirror of the green lake
Your soft voice humming as you join me over a cup of tea

Your pride in your photos as your eyes speak of moments past
Your love for your children ever and always vast

Your goodbye too soon my dearest loving friend
Your soft smell with me forever till I join your open arms again

Stick 179 - Fingertip Touch

fingertip touch

light as a feather
unexpected in its effect
the touch of our fingertips
restraint electric
up to now
up to this
up to where we go from here
from this knowing special moment 
captured delight from this feathery fingertip touch

Stick 178 - Reflection Storm

Reflection Storm

In the year of the summer of that unbelievably hot year
a man of undeniable charm did on my horizon appear

I believe it was close to dusk that balmy night
when this man suggested we fly a together summer kite

We flew it high, we flew it past the midnight sky
we flew it and never ever did we deny more rope for it to higher fly
 
I believe it was a moment just like this
when a summer thunderstorm broke out in a steamy mist

I cannot say exactly when or how or why
but the kite rope broke during a frightening lightining stroke

In the year of the end of the hottest hot summer weather
my thunder tears became icicle fears as our kite flying seized forever

Stick 177 - Run Away Stay

Run Away Stay

Have you felt that urge
when the wind curls around the curves

Have you felt that desire
to embrace only that which can inspire

Have you felt that yearn
to drink from the eternal living urn

Have you felt that magic
to turn your back on everything static

Have you felt that pulse
to embrace the promise of new never false

Have you felt the beat
of the run away stay in your always wandering feet

Stick 176 - Naive Belief

Naive Belief

We talked all the time
We discussed so much
We told each other
the all of the everything from beginning of time

We dissected the happenings
We postulated solutions to the non-happenings
We smiled in unison as we totally solved mysteries
of the all of the everything from beginning of time

Then you labelled me one day
As you looked up in disbelief
in the middle of a tantilizing talk
on something about what I cannot now recall

You stated emphatically
You stated with an all knowing disappointment
that you believe I was naive
in my belief of the world and the all of the everything within

Many years on, after the end of us, my blissful naivety intact
The wall did come down, the war stopped, apartheid had gone
and my belief in the beauty and good still hold true
in the all of the everything from beginning of time

Stick 175 - Build me a Den

Build me a Den

Build me a den
in the highest tree
where the forest stores no leafy debris

Build it with no door
so those who make it up the tree
have access to this life and my love for free

Build it with a wraparound porch
so we can sleep in the south of the west
so we can dream in the north of the east

Build it with a rainbow bridging the gaps
so halos of light
can mirror my solitude delight

Stick 174 - Between the Cracks

Between The Cracks

In grandpa's old shed
on the hay smelling loft
climbing the wooden ladder stairs
the wood and the hay welcome my afternoon stay

With grandma's chocolate milk flask
back against the wooden wall
the cracks in the wooden roof
my window to the elsewhere world

With the jackal's cry in my ear
the blue sky and sunbeam butterfly
erase the unknowingness fear
of the life in the loft with the cracks that appear and are here

With the eagle's call far and ever near
the thunderclouds build
as I shuffle hay from its neat and tidy bale
I make the bed below the cracks and look up with my childlike face
to greet the wind and its gale with the strength of young female grace

Stick 173 - Musings in Music

 

Musings in Music

 

Did you hear the exciting music

in the crisp blue-green lake

in the storm water wake

in the thunderstorm break

 

Did you hear the lovers music

in the pebbles on the stony beach

in the sunsets as the water spray over the saling boat-bow

in the call of the birds as they fly blue-sky high

 

Did you hear the question music

in the dry river bed

in the red dust that swirl in a wind twirl

in the sun rimples that mesmerize the straight boiling road

 

Did you hear the stillness music

in the hunched over old tree

in the bright new baby leaves

in the white roots of the mostly despised weeds

 

Did you hear the forgiveness music

in the forest undergrowth

in the silver of the fantasy fern

in the magic as the new futures now unfurl  

 





Stick 172 - The Middle Hole

The Middle Hole

In the middle of the earth
in the middle of the southern african land
is a large, long-ago hole
the size of my aching soul

In the middle of the dust
in the middle of the redness
is an unanswered question
the prize of a curious life obsession

In the middle of the obsession
in the middle of the you
is a bright twinkling diamond
the size of falling in love ever true

Stick 171 - The Sticker

The Sticker

Did you see the sticker
the one that said:
HANDLE WITH CARE
BE CAREFUL AND BEWARE

It was really there from the very start
a visible red alert warning sign
spray painted on the graffitti wall
next to my dark red female beating heart

It was a sticker that did not match
in it's darker nature
the lighter joy and sparkling water
you burbled through my life stream that very first when-we-met day

It was a sticker that afterwards
seemed too late
initially outright discarded and ignored
and afterwards at the waterfall hurt's very core

Do you now see my new sticker
the one that says:
LIVE LIFE if you DARE
LOVE ALWAYS & GIVE WITH EVERY MINUTE YOU HAVE TO SPARE

Stick 170 - Moon of Old

The Moon of Old

You wanted me sold
my soul turned stone cold

You willed others to borrow me
the moon turned my blood to ice thrice 

You watched as others became my friends
the slither moonbeams sprinkled peppered screams

You waited while I waited and never said a thing
the moon became a dark moon and I lay alone in a spoon

You withered your love and coated it in wind storms
the moon was now real old and my price of loss became tenfold 

Stick 169 - Stick Letter

Stick Letter

Did you get the letter?
the one I wrote in my sleep
the one I dreamt was delivered 
with my soul in my hand
and my heart on my hip

Did you get my letter?
the one where I wrote:
Are you Happy?
Are you Breathing?
Are you ever after Believing?

Did you get my letter?
because if you did
I wish you would stop for a moment to think
I wish you would focus on the life that may be lost in a blink
I wish you would value yourself as we do you and live all true

Stick 168 - Swept Aside

swept aside

red and green go well together
blood and new growth fuse like brothers
regain and sweep aside the pain
constant regeneration game

drops of moonstrips and silver earrings
twinkling with nurturing power like sisters
beguile and sweep away the strain
constant oxygen in the human frame

Stick 167 - Ancient G String

Ancient G String

G string flirted so much with C string
it became a fully fledged fling
F note stepped in and anchored all in A-minor key
before the base guitar strummed a jazzy sultry circling note
B became bubbly and her rythms beguiled dominant D key
just after the laughing eyes replaced the wide open smiles
and E note tidied the friendship invite forEver
from the very past to the very always future

Stick 166 - My Beautiful Older Body

My Beautiful Older Body

Mirror Passage
Blind Date with the me-her
Really stopping, really staring

Bark shadows next to wringle sunbeams
testimony to dusk-dawns lived and lingered
Really stopping, really stilling

Hands trace the familiar lines of the me-her face
years gone by flash through blue eye finger strips
Really stopping, really surrendering

Loving arms hang by my side  and I smile at me-her
a certain knowing, a certain long shadow solitude
Really stopping, really simply loving

Stick 165 - Kangeroo Sunsets

Kangeroo Sunsets

Kangeroo Sunsets
stretch shadows accross the road
as beautiful gracious bouncing
lead to your big announcement

Kangeroo Sunsets
miracle greens turn to gold
as I hear your voice swirl the words
our Sky God brings a fire to earth

Kangeroo Sunsets
maybes, possibles, probables and forevers
as your warm hands cup my face
while wildlife nestle into night-time nurture space

Stick 164 - Chinese Whispers

Whispering twists....

Chinese Whispers in my ear
guessing games surround what we hear
secrets disclosed in the breathless air
circles of intrigue as we openly share

Shadow Whispers in my hair
certainty in togetherness and touch always there
sundance love curls frame contented faces
fingers entwine as we blanket our love with sunset places

Darkness Whispers in my broken heart
empty shadows lost in translation
twists and turns in my misunderstanding
backs turned and love whispers no more never again for me to store

Stick 163 - Intrinsically Inherent

intrinsically inherent

the inner being of all of us
so different from the illusion of the outside us

the inherent being in the inner soul
the identical twin magical bond

the inner child in all of us
so ready to laugh and love and accept without any fuss

the intrinsic core of each human being
so fantastically inviting and beautifully unique

Stick 162 - Love at first Light

Love at first light ...

It was early night
close to the first light

It happened in slow motion
and without any commotion

It sent my heart aflutter and pounding
the message clear and overwhelmingly resounding

It left me breathless and in absolute awe
at the magic and what mystery it may hold in store

It was so definitely meant to be
that I totally loved you and you had always been waiting for me

Stick 161 - Leather Arches

Leather Life...

Longevity in the creases
Bridges accross lifelines
Shadows holding hands with memories
Strength in grey wisdom branch
Unchartered journeys always kink a life of discovery

Stick 160 - Top Notch Inspiration

Top Notch Inspiration

Awakening
offers
enlightenment
and refreshing inspiration

Exaltation offers
stimulation
and untold inspiration

Elevation
offers
dreams
of unparalalled inspiration

Illumination
offers
clarity
and forever inspiration

Stick 159 - Batik Fineprint

Batik in the Fineprint

the fineprint
on the back
at the bottom
between the lines

thorns intermingle
with batik gold
painful blessing
now in a cloth sold

the beauty of blood
in the wheatfield wind
living in full colour
with sad-happiness interlinked

all above taught me
to live in detail
to long between the lines
to lose and leave the loss at the bottom and be kind

Stick 158 - Green Stone

...the love of a green stone

we discovered the green stones
at the edge of the woods
in the cave where the ancestors
played with them to suit their moods

our lives followed a destiny
with a path leading here
to where the discovery of the precious stones
became the ultimate truth in this special moment honed

we carried each raw stone with care and concern
we placed them in a basket weaved with strips of welcome bamboo
then we tended each stone with a tender passion
and covered them with a blanket called always-protection

the circles and hooks and twists and turns of each exquisite design
carries with it a message of the deepest friendship respect 
which our ancestors smile upon as these stones travel
with honored receivers  accross our intricate planet

...and green stone protect us forever and afar

Stick 157 - Silver Blood Bath

Silver Blood Bath

I bled real blood
in that silver sink bath
nobody thought my life would last

I bled real blood
while sour green apple juice drops
formed a flood of angst and sour regret

I bled real blood
while ancient sand storms yelled and sped
through human autrocity sand dunes the size of mountains of led

I bled real blood
dark, deep, dense and dangerous in its intent
which as always suddenly dissolved during the latter part
of my late night evening in that sinister human bath  

Stick 156 - Perception Reality

Perception Reality

Objectivity illusion
more commonly known as Perception adaption
leads to opinions and views
supposedly uninfluenced by human emotions

How can a word so seemingly sound
create so much confusion
discord and
human battleground

Perception reality
more commonly known as Biased statements
lead to clarity of view and opinion
born from a holistic emotional human with a clear reference point 

How much we struggle
as we grapple
to grasp and accept decisions in our world made Objectively
rather than decisions made using
fabulously flawed but honest and clear biased Perception

Stick 155 - Sing me that Song

Sing me that Song

Sing me that Song
the one that makes me form a word called belong

Sing me that Song
the one that will fix what went so terribly wrong

Sing me a Song
the one where the rhythm remind us of being so headstrong

Sing me a Song
the one that reminds you of candle light and my beautiful sarong

Sing me a Song
the one that tells of a calm acceptance forever and ever prolonged

Sing me a Song
the one where I embrace love, life, living and my iternal inner strong

Stick 154 - Green Waves

Green Wave Magic

The littleness of small things
bring the joy of  real meaning

The green wave of grass gems
promise hidden humble haven nests 

The undiscovered side alleys
gift graffitti colours of rainbow pallet specs

The sharing and voicing of life secrets
hold the necklace to rejoice in relief

The life in the new growth
trumps with you when you are true