Doodle from a conversation about the meaning of life

I've tried for so long

When you wake,
I'll be there
Holding you

I'm gonna reach out
my arms for you

I'm gonna lift you up
Higher

Show you the world
And all that is good

'Cause I've tried
So long
I've been right,
But I've also been wrong

Tea-Tree Lake

Autodefenestration

such a word it is
autodefenestration
dominates haiku

Ahh Girls

Energetic and prophetic
Lythe smiles and beguiling curls
lifted chin and dreamy smells,
oooh girls

Last night

Last night I dreamed I was an opera singer,
Thrust on stage.
I knew the tune to sing,
And every time I opened my mouth a roar of pure sound rushed out.
But there was no time to practice
I had to read the words off a sheet of paper,
but I was good anyway.
What a funny dream.

at the farm

We spent the weekend at the farm,
My wife and I
She jig-saw puzzled,
I walked.
She listened, I talked

Then I listened while she talked.
Together we were alone.

But in the end for all our apartness,
we felt together again.


[Photo courtesy of J. Lee]