DESERT VISION

Last night I had the strangest dream
clear as day I gave birth
to a baby girl
I held her in my arms
and tried to form a name for her
how can a dream be so real?
and what does it mean?

been a while since I've blogged
not much to say
haven't felt like it
just plain busy I guess
maybe facebook, twitter and wikispaces have taken over

and relationships, family and work crowd out the quiet

poetry takes effort
time to pause and reflect
energy to listen to an inner voice
and love to assemble its message

an art form
a dance with the unknown
both within and without

alone
home
the phone
sits silent
while
TV flashes and blares
its
violence
across the room

outside
the darkness
hides
as headlights flash
through windows
and race
across the gloom

muscles ache
I scrape
against the chair
lying, tossing
rasping
shallow breath
stare

in attempting to create a local
interpretation of a Christmas tradition
I drove out of town
and searched the dry scrub for
a nicely shaped mulga tree

when the foliage dies all the branches
curve to a point at the top
giving it a very satisfying shape
with a
stark rustic spiritual quality
but that's the bush
here in central Australia

and I think as I strip back all its
little twigs
that this one I'll paint white
and put in a bright pink pot

it looks nice
I'm pleased with the little aussie
bush chrissy tree

now I've covered it in lights
orange balls and purple tinsel

a vague acknowlegement to the ochre soil
and mauve mountain hues

of my little town
here in the desert

merry christmas

crap
meaningless twaddle
self-important ponderings
of someone with nothing to say

that's how I feel
about writing in this blog
today

maybe tomorrow
inspiration will shine
through the murky
brine

i pray my soul
hasn't slipped quietly
away

new job
too busy
to write my little poetic pieces
every thought so concentrated
no free ones have got away
or had a chance to play

maybe soon
I'll get a break
and get away

but hey
it's all good
as they say

is one of those words
that make you shiver
another world
where you're delivered
if you're bad? or
is it here on earth
a consequence of every choice
chaos we bring on ourselves
like a sub prime mortgage burst

in the airs crispy sparkle
of life surging slow mo through springs first shoots
appearing greenly flaired from pruned dead wood

you're looking good
on the face of it
but all the stress
rests in tense knots under the
surface

just let it out
express the doubt
those honest needs and
fears

share
in candid prayer
from open heart
and let those others
you are so strong for
be also there for you

be free and real
and truly feel
let all that is old
become new

(for my Mum)

a time to speak
to risk comfort, safety
fight off fear
self-preservation
and shame
enter the game
cause opportunity is
here!