The Billabong

I have become besotted by the colours of the outback. This painting looks nothing like the picture on the calender from which it was copied.

Every Day

Every day
I try to oust you from my head
and my heart.
Every day
Still, a little push here,a little push there.

In spite of this
You have become ensconced
in my head
and in my heart.
More than that
You have become
The floor on which I walk
The wallpaper on the walls
The ceiling over my head
The chair on which I rest.
It seems
I am surrounded.

What a Pill

Bitter is the pill
That lodges in the back of my throat.
Bitter is the realisation.

No ,I shout
Silently.

Bitter is the knowledge
That it is.

A Pivotal Day

Someone asked me
The day I was laid waste
by circumstance.
"Do you know who you are?"
I answered no
I did not recognise
The woman in the mirror.


Her eyes were blue.
Apart from that
Nothing else was familiar.
The someone asked
"Do you have a passion?"
I answered slyly,no.
I refused to share
That my passion was to live.