Wednesday, September 30, 2015

15.10.15

Realist, analyst, questioner of the family
Humanity tires you, 
animals and toys suffice
Your observations are razor sharp
Light blonde no nonsense strength
Child of the undisturbed,
Born by the ocean
A light heart shining baby
A wide eyed child, world affected 
Your world is not day dreamed

My cerebral child
Your feet firm, as strong as your views, a finely tuned mind
You possess such an intensity of vision, therefore fear too much
An ancestry sets in you, beyond me
A canon on the farm, statues, pictures
You dissect them effortlessly, tirelessly
Cultivated by the farmland forest
Affection so hard won
Loyalty so stalwart
Your mother tries to meander, avoiding potholes
Slowly swerving for any bumps on your particular road.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Land Lighthouse



The days are long, seamless sunlit scenes
And then, abruptly, night
Darkness descends with force and speed
We are left floating in a land
Swimming underneath stars
Seeing nothing but the pin pricks of light above
Unexpectedly in the night
A faded consistent light 
On the horizon
Steady in its yellow comfort
A landmark far away
Signalling life in the night
A table lit for dinner
Familial discussion
A homestead in this lonely desert.