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foresight

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt foresight:

Imagine never being surprised,
never learning anything new –
how terribly…
how unspeakably…
how unbearably…
boring
omniscience
must be.

Perfect hindsight
and perfect foresight –
time become meaningless,
all eternity seen at once
and held in a single,
infinite
interminable
inescapable
instant.

How awful to be so afflicted!
What intolerable cruelty
to inflict on a god –
to be our surrogate,
carrying the burden of foresight
that we cannot bear ourselves.
That we hide from –
wrapped in our security blanket
of ignorance
so that we can greet each day
blessed with
uncertainty.

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Seereal

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, “crystal ball“:

No-one’s destiny is written in the stars.
It can’t be divined from tarot cards.
Gaze close enough at a crystal ball,
you’ll see silicon dioxide, and that is all. Continue reading

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bee sting

My currently hideously swollen ankle (see attempted matricide) reminded me of the last time I was stung by a bee, and decided that I really needed to get rid of my hive. This is an abridged version of the poem I wrote at the time:

My hand slowly swells
as the venom spreads,
until, stretched smooth,
all the wrinkles disappear
and all the tiny hidden scars
stand out clear –
my history, written on my hands. Continue reading

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cautionary example

or “mechanical disadvantage”:

Alas poor Spidey, poor Spidey is dead!
She’s hunted her last, and now she is spread
flat as a pancake, behind the door.
She made a mistake, and now she’s no more. Continue reading

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Obliquity

The earth has turned
her arse to the fire – Continue reading

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endless pursuit

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In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “night meets day“:

Night chases day
and day chases night
in endless circles about the Earth – Continue reading

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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: Continue reading

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Raspberry canes

Ten bare sticks lie
across my hand Continue reading

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Fantastic Mr Fox?

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

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identity I

Identity accretes
like the scraps on the shell
of a decorator crab: Continue reading

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