On your own, relaxed, what do you eat?I choose green beans, roast spud, meat.But Vegan? Seems a complex show.Chopping, gathering, more chopping, slow. The Beingness of Vegan, avoiding, mocking.Look, just like meat patties! Vegans flocking.Why pretend to be like us?Just call them patties, why the fuss? Vegans, women mainly, take time to think.Dairy, fish, herbContinue reading “If My Cat Were Me”
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From the Ground Up
Hot Lie on the grass, the ground is dry, ants everywhere. They are busy carrying Ant Messages. talking about the weather? Food? Maybe there has been an Ant Election.They bite. Stand up they are on your arms, your clothing, back of your neck. Jump, do an ant dance. They drop off. Wonder if the neighboursContinue reading “From the Ground Up”
Chirp. I’ll Do It Myself
Flutters, lands on the perchStarts feeding. Baby arrivesHead up, mouth openChirps. Loud chirpsFlutters wingsWaitsMother ignores,Feeds on my Wild Bird SeedWhile waiting Baby pecksFeeds I learned to balanceRide my bikeWhen my motherLet go the bicycle seat.
Total Immersion
Past the school to the compulsory stop.Early morning traffic light is light.past the ‘Ice-cream Dairy’, the racecourse and the open road sign.Contractors with flags, and ladders fixing stuff up a pole.Pass a council mowing thingy cutting back to scruffy, rural grass verge.Then silence. Silence except for a duck.A pool to myself.The early summer splash, frolicContinue reading “Total Immersion”
And Finally, Good Evening
Most seem to know each other. Some seek people they have not met before. Comfortable self introduction. Flippancies dispensed with, issues in common with our past recalled.“If we were in that situation today…?”, Gracious, calm and self assured, cruises about the guests like a defused nuclear missile. Greetings, expectations that certain things will have takenContinue reading “And Finally, Good Evening”
Middle of a Summer’s Day
SolitudeBehind me the bush soothes the sound of the road.Out of sight, around the corner children chatter on a flotation deviceA lone duck propels himself towards meOn the way home I shall buy a bottle of sparkling Rose.
Soon, Only 365 Days Till Christmas
She pauses, looks up, squints and figures out labels. Decisions. Behind her another examines an item, replaces it on the shelf. Our supermarket aisle, the whole super market is in pause and ponder mode. We are not shopping for the next meal, we’re shopping for Christmas. A porridge of slow moving people who are patient,Continue reading “Soon, Only 365 Days Till Christmas”
Wot is a Geodetic Datum?
Sunday morning walk. Early. Our main street.A lone contractor’s truck.One fellow both arms leaning against the tray,Breathing out memories from the night before.His mate returning from the all-nightPay, grab and gobble Burgher bar. Stop by our best little provincial book shop, Carsons.“Paris Indoor Style.“A white cube. Inside that cube are white cubes.Furniture. There must be,Continue reading “Wot is a Geodetic Datum?”
Torch, Mirror and Phone
It is pitch black in there And almost innaccessible Months will pass Then the first winter glow A health check inspired by a minah cacooing on the top the sound wafts down becomes synthesised by metal tubing the weirdness prompted me to look with a torch, a mirror and my smartphone Our woodburner The baseContinue reading “Torch, Mirror and Phone”
From childhood Holidays…
Then it was a gravel road,The car a cocoon of dustFrom Waitakaruru, to Thames,Where today, retired, I live. Pollen Street, three old guys,One of them is me.Chortling, sharing aches and pains,Growing old, it ain’t for sissies. Grahamstown, an almost gypsy vibe.Op-shops, cafes, a music shop, I stop,Two strangers, two guitars and now,Both tuned, becoming friends.
David in Pen and Pics 