Heaven’s
Bay
Heavy is
our sorrow,
For your
ship has left its moors
But as
the waves lap gently
Across
this earthly pier,
Memories
golden reflect,
Your
love,
Unwavering
and pure.
Etched
deeply like a sailor’s tattoo
Forever
you will stay,
Like barnacles
on a ship’s hull,
Until we
meet in
Heaven’s
Bay.
SARGE
Old Dogs
Of eyes once bright
Shrouded now with
milky clouds,
Lost in life’s
memories,
Of chewed slippers
and good boy pats.
Your grey snout and
mottled fur
Populated with lumps
and spots of age,
Stark reminders.
I know you struggle
with the stairs
And broken teeth.
But your love is
unwavering.
Sleep well my friend,
on your favourite blanket
And I will sigh
deeply with you.
SARGE
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
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
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.
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
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
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
Chrissy
We got
two Woolies chooks this time,
And
bread rolls, seeded and plain,
You
know, for everyone;
And
salad for the vego,
So,
she’ll be right.
Glasses
were raised for those,
Whose
seat lay still,
And the bonbons
broke the ice,
Making
us Kings and Queens
Of paper
tissue novelties.
Laughter
heckled any worries
And the
desserts came too soon.
We must
see each other more often,
echoed
on guilted lips.
Until,
until,
December
rolls again.
SARGE
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
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