Mismatched
Mugs
Mismatched
and slightly chipped,
We’re collection
of sorts,
Each of
us has a story,
Holding
dear the coffee-stained veneer
And
tired patterns,
Like a
badge of honour.
A
testament to our unity.
It’s only when guests arrive
That we
truly come together.
No-one
says anything
But we
know.
MRSARGE
An Ode
to all the birds passed
Graceful
is your path across scarlet skies,
Purveying
the confused meanderings
Of
human’s folly
Scuttling
about for nobody’s business.
Idle
watchers seldom look up
And
wonder at your majesty,
Until a
grace is fallen
Bound
again to earth’s slow embrace.
SARGE
Afternoon
Storms in Brisbane
Oppressive
and suffocating,
The
still air.
A warm
wet blanket of humidity,
Engulfs our
river city.
Cumulonimbus clouds build,
Menacing
in their multi-level plumes,
Cast an
eery iridescent gloom,
Against
the Jacaranda’s purple bloom.
Chequered
splotches of fat raindrops
Sizzle
on the parched tarmac,
Announcing
heavens outcry,
As crisp sheet flashes of lighting
And deep
rumbles reverberate.
Violent
and unforgiving,
The
summer storms have arrived.
SARGE
