the colour of our lives

poetry • celebration • faith • nature • humanity • imperfections • glory


Perhaps to capture depth we need to paint, or write, finding or creating some abstraction. Under these obscurities may lie a greater truth and, in that truth, depth.

one fire-haze afternoonin selfish reflections, some waking dreams
we stare the depth from landscapes, camera-like
while every detail remains intact

On fire-haze afternoon, all
the world beyond the fence
flattened briefly into a single plane;
grassed paddock drooped under
redgum hills, and magpies
clung impossibly by wingtip
to the precipice


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