Green grass

Caught between a rock and a ledge
lichen
moss
dank
I am caught between life and death
and resurrection on a day yet undecided
threatening to infect
spread wild
spores of nothing
germinating
I am the nothingness
of life—
Oh how I wish I was
the perfect green
blades of grass
so carefully tended too
sown with love
rain sweet
water and
nurture in the light
in the sun
feeding life
into life
for life
spreading spreading
constant

Mirror, mirror

You are mirrored
me
I am mirrored
you
different
but the same
somehow
I hear your words
I cringe
you hear mine
you retaliate
not hearing
never hearing
what I say
what you say
battle fronts
raised to limitless heights
inpenetrable
thick with scrub
foliage of difference
tearing down the leaves
one by one
takes so much time
time passes
mirror image
you
me
not so mirrored any more
until the final front is lowered
and I see you
you see me
and cognisance
startles us both
we were never the same

The Man in The Moon

Piano keys
notes hit tentatively
halting
faltering
almost bashful
sembling—
'The Man in The Moon'
and then
with more purpose
confidence
louder
faster
louder still
melody known
repeat
repeat
no halting steps this time
continuous flow
reverebrates in an otherwise
quiet house
ears pricked to attention
again
and
again
and
again
resounding applause
in my head

One step closer

I saw you yesterdayI felt your breath on the breeze
smelt your scent
knew you were waiting for me
in the brush
hiding in the trees
just a glimpse
of eyes
lost
I am one
of many
I am small
and insignificant
but I am loud and clear
when I want you to know
you know
I see it in your
eyes
no one else sees
knows
gets what I am
I smell their fear
on you it does not exist
I saw you yesterday
waiting by the edge
timid steps imprinted in the damp earth
halt
you did not come any further
maybe tomorrow
you will take that one
s
  t
   e
     p
closer
to me

Daydream

Daydream away
eyes open
I stay—
mind takes flight
to another time
where the worries of yesterday
no longer exist
the thoughts of tomorrow
have yet to happen
where the sky is pristine—azzure
blinding sun
but I can see clearly
tree tops sway ever so slightly
and the melody of the birds make me smile
in the distant water trickles
calming senses
crisp
perfumed air
drifts into my nose
I am serene
daydream
away the hours
I can
at least today

Soccer star

Loud whistle blows
determination sets in
that goal's for you mum

April fools day

Jester jokes,
laughs
not fair to play on people's emotions like that
I say, full of righteousness
only causing him to laugh harder
not fair, I repeat
voice shaken
not so sure of myself now
jester smirks
loosen up
live a little
a joke's a joke's a joke
not so
I say
not funny when you hurt the ones you love
not funny when the joke's directed at you,
about you,
of you
not funny
not
funny—
all the while
I'm trying
trying to hide
the smile forming on my lips