Monday 15 April 2024
Tuesday 19 March 2024
Wednesday 13 March 2024
Stay
Awhile
A
collection of poetry and art
Traversing
the deep landscapes
Of love,
loss and finding home.
Stay Awhile follows three distinct themes, of love, loss and
finding home. Reflections and reverberations. This collection explores these
notions, in a visual and textual pairing. Prose and painting taking a plutonic
presence on the walls, weaving a visual and symbolic narrative.
Prose drifts from the urban to existential, while the
paintings follow a more direct path. There is a reverence present in the works.
That for the Australian bush, in all its complexities, beauty and diversity, it
embodies a sense of home and of place, unique in its own right.
This collection of paintings, installations and poetry
invites the viewer to follow along, in this brief journey and as the title
suggests, Stay Awhile.
SARGE
Monday 4 March 2024
The Start of the End of Things
The Start of the End of Things
Flustered sighs and unkept misgivings
Boil and spill over
Like unwatched pasta.
Only to settle again,
When fires momentarily quell.
The undercurrents stir still
Waiting, and amplifying reverberations
Of disquietude.
An unsettling notion to witness.
Cold and unforgiving,
The stony glances and frost ridden replies
Crust over a place once warm with love.
I guess this is the start of,
The end of things.
Sailing Home
Sailing
Home
Before
your ship sails,
And the
sun sets behind the gumtrees,
Sit a
while longer.
Let us
bask in the fading embers,
Of life
and loves embrace,
Till
what will be,
We’ll
see.
Tuesday 13 February 2024
For You -- Morning Drive poems- Valentine's addition
For You
It’s for you,
I do these little things,
Sometimes I might daydream it,
So, perhaps you don’t even notice,
And that’s ok.
I struggle when your days
Are filled with strife,
And fear most,
the
days without
You.
An emptiness,
Irreplaceable
Sunday 11 February 2024
Slip Away-- a poem or song about loss, love and heartache for those gone.
Slip
Away
The days
stretch on like old country roads,
The sky
impossible blues.
Your
memory a haze of sun shimmered reflections,
But I
travel on through.
Maybe if
found the right words to say,
I’d lie
to mother and the holy ghost
To keep us
safe.
Don’t
let me go
Don’t
let me slip, slip away.
Your
eyes spark as
Crinkled
crows’ feet say,
The
words I wished came easier
The
words I couldn’t say
Don’t
let me go
Don’t
let me slip, slip away
Worlds
swim by
And I’m
in a glass bottom boat
Looking
for you, looking back at me
My minds
afloat.
Don’t
let me go
Don’t
let me slip, slip away
I think
of all the things, too many to hold.
My mind’s
scattered
like debris on a highway shoulder,
Discarded
remnants of yesterday’s decisions
My
mind’s afloat
Don’t
let me go
Don’t
let me slip, slip away
Big black car
Big
Black Car
It’s
parked outside my bedroom,
idling.
There
must have been an upgrade,
For the
dogs long gone.
I’m sure
there’s others too,
Just
like this one,
Engine humming
And
sleek as hell.
Waiting,
Waiting
to tear through
scattered
alleyways and the nameless streets
of our
unspoken pitfalls
and
broken mirror promises.
SARGE