The Struggle
Think of a time when,
Through no reason or rhyme,
You find yourself trapped in a space.
Now that you’re there
Its awfully clear
There’s a need to escape with much haste.
After a while of moping around
And delicately fixating on all matter of sound
You realise it’s not all that strange.
For this is reality.
At times there’s a haze
That can last just a moment
Or up to some days
But adding it up
It’s worth the struggle and rage.
Through no reason or rhyme,
You find yourself trapped in a space.
Now that you’re there
Its awfully clear
There’s a need to escape with much haste.
After a while of moping around
And delicately fixating on all matter of sound
You realise it’s not all that strange.
For this is reality.
At times there’s a haze
That can last just a moment
Or up to some days
But adding it up
It’s worth the struggle and rage.
Written 18 September 2012, using a Lightwriter on trial loan
The Cat
What would life be like if I was a cat?
The indulgence of roaming freely over undulating landscapes
feeling the different textures pressing up against my padded feet.
Scanning the land and skies for any resemblance of food,
alive or already pre prepared on the roadside.
Taking the opportunity to use my excuse of catliness
I let my inside rascal out.
Scratching the carpet creates joyful muscular ripples
dancing down my limbs and back.
Showing my tumultuous mood I leer at the neighbourhood moggies
tempting them to a
half play half serious fight.
Written 9 October 2012
Lines on the arrival of a new Lightwriter
The morning sun sparkled on me
the day my new voice broke.
The sky was clear, the hopes were high
the day my new voice broke.
The days ahead will hear my thoughts
And future friends will know me by sound
All because my voice broke.
Who knows what other voices
may come years down my life?
Maybe a fat bald man’s
Or a rough truck driver?
Or maybe even my own?
But today is a happy one
Forever known as
The day my new voice broke.
Written 6 November 2012, having received my new Lightwriter