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Due to the unexplained prohibition on reading comments I am moving my blog to http://merlenefawdry.blogspot.com/ I apologise to my friends who have taken the time to leave comments on this disfunctional Bigp*nd blog, however, like all of the affected, I remain in the dark. Hope to catch up with you on the other side.

Merlene

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mobile phone sulks

in obstinate silence

words unspoken

(c) Merlene Fawdry

yesterday we basked

in newly installed ducted heating

this mornng we shiver

under cold water showers

the inefficiency of gas

or the tradies

(c) Merlene Fawdry

we elect to live

in harmony with nature

then dictate which elements

to harmonise with

(c) Merlene Fawdry

summer persists

beyond its allocated time

denying autumn entry

(c) Merlene Fawdry

that damn dog

a fugitive on the run

ducks and dives

across busy highways

and up blind alleys

freedom glistening

from mischievous eyes

like an errant balloon

he sits poised

daring me to close in

then lifts with the breeze

and the chase begins anew

(c) Merlene Fawdry

with the turn of a switch

the supernova

born of a stellar explosion

fades from our sight

RIP Natasha

(c) Merlene Fawdry

he keeps himself busy

upholding the image

of agelessness until

his aging body buckles

under the weight of his ego

and stress fractures

across his memory

erode the denial

of his mortality

(c) Merlene Fawdry

angry words circle

like a murder of crows

in a cloud filled sky

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Beauty

is in the creation

of ground art

when the first drops of rain

create blossoms

in the dust

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Leaving

he left in stages

of quiet resignation

the passion of youth

having ebbed

to a deeper love

as his hand slipped from hers

she held tight to his heart

throughout the dark night

of his departure

(c) Merlene Fawdry

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nurses in training

theoretically correct

pass by in a gaggle

their authority swinging

from lanyards of importance

(c) Merlene Fawdry

in the hospital waiting room

one child squeals

in unrestrained joy of life

and we shiver

in the collective knowledge

of its transience

(c) Merlene Fawdry

at the entrance

to Western General

smokers in hospital gowns

inhale into relapse

(c) Merlene Fawdry

he sits

scratching idly

at the husk of his life

unaware of his own demise

while his wife

in age old tenderness

pats his hand

in remembrance

of a life shared

(c) Merlene Fawdry

I passed him into your care

and he went

in confused obedience

to the mispronunciation

of his name

our goodbye left hanging

in the busy foyer

where I sit

and wait

the long hours

for the call

to take him back

(c ) Merlene Fawdry

these hands continue

to ply the needle

and thread

that binds the frayed edges

of the fabric of our lives

(c) Merlene Fawdry

the sewing basket

wicker polished

by the careworn hands

of three generations

still serves us well

(Merlene Fawdry)

tomatoes

emerge from the shelter

of sun-scorched leaves

to slake their thirst

with silent night rain

salad days

(c) Merlene Fawdry

good friends

are the breeze of life

that fans our face

and feathers our hair

when the heat rises

(c) Merlene Fawdry

my brother

wore his dark skin

as a colour patch

for his gang of one

(c) Merlene Fawdry

after the crash

the woman

who knows nothing

dabs at the edges

of their destruction

to restore the basics

(c) Merlene Fawdry

in the computer lab

blokes

who know it all

and those

who think they do

wreak havoc

(c) Merlene Fawdry

my father taught me how to look

through the loose fabric of life

to the reality of being

(c) Merlene Fawdry

A lesson

his passing taught me

that saying goodbye

is a gift to the living

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Sunrise

the sun rises

to the stillness

of a sentence interupted

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Twilight

as twilight falls

his nod

marks the long pauses

between sentences

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Nature's battle 

thunder heads roll in

to release their heavy burden

on the burning below

water meets fire

in nature's battle

and a small town sleeps once more

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Peace

Peace

is a fragile existence

a feather borne

on a gentle breeze

before the storm

announces its presence

(c) Merlene Fawdry

The Dissenter

the writing group squirms

in collective discomfort

as the dissenter speaks

each word enunciated

as a nettled irritant

sending a burning itch

through the sensitive skin

of creativity

(c ) Merlene Fawdry

she stands alone

before the gateway

to the aged care facility

gathering the tatters

of her motherhood

to face them down

these adult children

who have grown beyond

her parenting authority

(c) Merlene Fawdry

My mother waits

my mother now has

that peace she sought

when we were young

where she waits patiently;

faded sepia

in an old photo album

pages unturned

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Aftermath

she sat waiting

for that first meeting

after the ceasefire

of the mud slinging

blinking her eyes open

mouth caked shut

wondering

how to cleanse

the filth of angry words

and if the stain

would remain forever

to mar their relationship

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Fragile minds

bend

with the winds of life

seeking respite

in gentle breezes

a haven from

the cyclonic forces

that threaten frail resolve

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Gremlins interupted our internet connection yesterday so this post covers both days.

the sun emerged

from a blanket of cloud

to wipe the smoke from its eyes

eyes averted

from the destruction below

it scurried home

to the west

(c) Merlene Fawdry

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he's no oil paintng

nor genius of the time

and his bank balance weeps

tears of red

to match his bankruptcy

of charisma

and yet, with his rejection

her sense of self worth

shares the deficit

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Bi-polar disorder

the new order nomenclature

for manic depression

that wild swing

between polar extremes

from mania to depression

once better understood

when labelled clearly

(c) Merlene Fawdry

If each of us is right

as we are

in our opposing

points of view

can we agree to differ

and put ego aside

secure

in the inner knowledge

of our superior belief

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Against the tide

I wrench the oars

rowing against the tide

colliding with myself

on winds of change

(c) Merlene Fawdry

More of Gran

Gran arrives

ankles gasping for air

above the authority

of her laced up

pointy toed shoes

walking stick keeping rhythm

with metal heel protectors

from behind Mum's skirts

we offer her up

for her mother's inspection

(c) Merlene Fawdry

My grandmother's confessional

the smell of coal gas

alien in that hydro powered state

added to her exotica

as she held court

in her step-down kitchen

giant bosoms suspended

over impossibly small

corseted waist

draining her teacup

she paused

pinkie extended

in exaggerated salute to etiquette

as she surveyed

the damp leaves

that rested against the eggshell china

then looked my way

one eyebrow raised

above all knowing eyes

and I begged for absolution

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Warts and all

My Gran taught me many things

about life

the most important

a lesson in truth

when I realized

the much-romaticized ratbite

on her forehead

was a simple wart

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Cyclical madness

brightness

of the new moon

dulled

by the demons

that beset his days

the cycle of madness

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Monday

more advantageously situated

infant lemons

cling koala-like

to the mother tee

defying hot winds

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Sunday

tomatos exposed

turn bare faces to the sun

scarred from the fallout

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Saturday

skateboards burl

on uneven footpaths

clipping ridges

in adolescent flight

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Friday

the old man rests

as the temperature soars

under a blanket of heat

prickly against parched skin

yet

in his stillness

he is comforted

by the cooling spray

of the front lawn sprinkler

while voices

of children at play

call him to come home

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Rosie Grey

Rosie Grey struggles

with her Coles model zimmer

and its cross-eyed wheels

that threaten each other

like two old sparring partners

punch drunk with life

with a mid-aisle collision

she steers with her elbows

toward an inward exit

and the alarm rings out

her unpaid-for selections

(c) Merlene Fawdry

limes

perfectly formed

lay abandoned

a culling of nature

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Mother Nature

the sun

nature's incubator

turns on its young

as fruit withers in infancy

forsaken

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Cyber reptiles

serpents of cyber space

carry venom on keyboads

ready for the next strike

(c) Merlene Fawdry

Pulling the switch

in the low rent bungalow
plastic blades turn
moving hot air
in sync
with the air con
in the mansion next door
until
stillness and silence
of a big brother blackout
descends across the suburbs
climatic equity for all

(c) Merlene Fawdry