'tween sea and sky
man and his tools
with hunter's eye
at peace
alone
finding
losing
renewing...himself
(sacred men's business)
]]>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
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
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
]]>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
maybe soon
I'll get a break
and get away
but hey
it's all good
as they say
in the airs sweetly waftings
of breeze bearing orange blossomy buds
while spading out weeds wandering sneaky creeps
the sleezy opportunitists of
spring!
(Spring in Central Australia)
]]>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)
]]>the door
shut against the night
its quiet, alone
the phone
rings
its him
on his way
face blackened
from dusty
track
back
home
yet in the suns shimmering heat
the country's still alive
with languages that understand
its rhythms, lands
as the sands of time run out
]]>draw a line and
redefine
my life
remove the strife
and let this heavy
burden
hit the bin
and let my life
begin
again
(dedicated to Leys - may the pain be short and pleasure forever)
]]>today it's 'wisdom of the elders'
a monumental book by
David Suzuki et al about the alternative world views
of Indigenous peoples
how these perceptions are not the naive tales
of dying races but relevant and potent wisdom
for today
and guess what 'Earth7'
is nearing its end!
nearly time for nature to clear the table
and start again
a stream of living cameos
until your
death
a fallen
rose
cause it seems to be those
times when I need you the most
that you stick in the knife
leave me and boast
of your own prowess
yes,
it'll be hard to trust you again
but another day will no doubt come
when smarting pride heals
and friendship returns
as we come to terms yet again
with our own humanness
yet after it all
each round, each fall
seems somehow to pan out
and flouting the odds
turn out alright
and what the key?
surely not me
but some kind of desperate
unshakeable faith
that somehow
attracts a higher grace
that respecting the weak
gives leg up to
those the world freaks
out at
disposing of quietly
turning away
with nothing said
its those who stand in good
stead
with some deeper, wider
older wisdom
that doesn't respect schism
between rich and poor
but rather's a power
standing in wait
at each poor heart's door
'higga macia' they replied
higga macia g', he shouted back
'higga macia g wa' they replied
the air electrified
with emotions, memories and
mateship raw -
my mother saw!!
clinging to his only leg
spellbound by his battle cry
above Melbourne's ANZAC crowds
lining the streets
as the 23rd battalion passed by
or did it just come
out the wrong way
but other
not one thing in common
I wonder?
why the attraction
we stare blankly
in wonder
trying to understand
till he takes my hand
]]>kangarootales.blog.co.uk
Ali (blogger) is off to present at the National Writer's Festival in Victoria soon
Her witty stories and insights give powerful voice to what it is to be an Indigenous Australian
this is a demo blog for Ali!
apologies readers
this evening - fish - salmon grilled and spiced
a nice day this friday
very good
very nice
I'm tempted to feel guilty
but no, I decline
a prayer for others will have to do
cause it's my turn this time....??
Sigh
nope, it doesn't work
I still feel guilty
HAPPY EASTER
]]>(sacred men's business)
]]>too much imagination is bad for your health I reckon!
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here I lie
content
around me people
walk past
step over
talk
paint
the phone rings
voices chat
occasionally
I get a pat
Dedicated to the dog on the Art Centre floor
Warlukurlungu Artists - Yuendumu
www.warlu.com.au
so here I am with the black box on my lap
on the couch with my man
uploading to my podcast, blog and checking my mail
next I plan to grab a little scrabble online
and give the grey matter a jolt
time to holt the backward spirallying
TV lame
(tried to get a game of Simpsons Monopoly going with my nephew but no batteries - shame)
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