leadership training II

“Today, in pairs, let’s all discuss”
(just kill me now) “our team’s purpose.”
So many fatuous platitudes
(be still my bad, bad attitude)

winter spell

A riddle in rhyme, in response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “magic”. What are the Orb, Staff and Crown? 

Take the Orb, the Staff, the Crown,
bury them, shallow, in the ground.

talking to N

Side by side on her long verandah,
we gaze out across the paddocks,
grazed by the horses and ‘roos.

Gin in hand,
her eyes focussed years distant
she begins:

F=ma (is over-rated)

Newton’s second
is all they know –

Raspberry canes

Ten bare sticks lie
across my hand

water

10th Feb 2020, when the drought broke:

Follow me:
downhill from the
overflowing dam,
clambering over rocks
and fallen trees
to the waterfall place.

Dirt-road dystopia

My boots pursue a circle of torchlight,
toes catching its edge with each step.

Fantastic Mr Fox?

Blood flows, feathers fly,
on the ground their bodies lie.
Reynard has come by.

more Sunday morning ha’ sonnets

Sort of in response to Stephen and his cats:

______

Coffee is brewed,
animals fed,

ping… aaargh!

There is no face-mask for the brain,
no analgesic for this pain,
no way to keep at bay
the assaults of every day.
I try to isolate my mind,
from infection of this kind –
but each axis-of-idiocy hit,
fills my inbox with more shit.

_________

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but with a ping… Time to turn the laptop off and go outside!