Dementia teardrop

 Teardrop t e a r d r o p . a tear falls upon her cheek then another and another there is nothing she can do no end to the tears inside her heart the expression of her deep sadness her mind awash with fear and the dread of the internal drought that is to…

A poem: Remnants of dreams

Remnants of dreams Floating through the softness of my dreams Finding remnants of tapestries from life stories Stories about you and me, of family, friends Perhaps even some of enemies Softly woven together with strands of silk and Australian wool Coloured occasionally with guilt or an ‘if only’ Always resonating with gentle moments of remembered love The childhood…

Inside my heart: a poem

My heart is drifting upwards Held only by a fragile piece of string Floating high amongst the clouds A balloon, about to burst from pain.   One end of the string, tied securely to my heart The other end held firmly by many sets of hands My true love, my boys and my friends Gently and lovingly…

The dreaded misprint

A poet can survive everything but a misprint (Oscar Wilde). Oh my gosh, I am really feeling that at the moment. My poetry book is almost out, ready for sale and I am terrified of a misprint, or that I won’t like it! I used to feel like that when lodging my university assignments on Assign…

Cranky old man

The following is from an email I received yesterday. It is a wonderful poem about life and ageing, and tells its story with great clarity. It is about respecting and valuing our elders, and simply says I’m not just a cranky old man (or woman). “When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town,…