Macquarie Marshes

Macquarie Marshes

Parched flat once grassy terrain

To the horizon distant

Water starved marsh wonderland

In prolonged drought persistent

Jigsaw creeks now dehydrated

Silent and deserted

Migrant vacationers to other routes

Eternally diverted

A quietness so like the end of time

Enveloping the marsh

Having stolen all animal wild life

In retribution harsh

For man’s betrayal of the bush

In slowing up the flow

Of distant lifeblood river systems

Created long ago

With damns, bores, canals and salt

Into the years beyond

A birthplace now only of hope

For nature to respond.

 

 

 

 

 

Looking Out Looking In

 

Looking Out Looking In

Like static distant vistas through the window of a speeding train

life simply passes by.

A rushing tunnel of darkness coerces self reflection most arcane

but easy to deny.

The brazen image focused at a metre merely mirrors the disdain

I see in my minds eye.

Satisfying to complete another day but this mediocre life profane

is still a living lie.

Unable to see value in remaining here with nothing much to gain

yet I’m afraid to die.

Am I then fated to continue to exist in introverted moods inane

nil effort to comply.

See visions of radiated ones in a hospice in Chernobyl the Ukraine 

tears welling in my eye.

A world beckons beyond the raucous chatter of cockatoos insane

mocking me in the sky.

Dare I taste the piquant flavour of the devil’s daily curry once again

of course I have to try

To seek fulfillment and in my personal esteem, higher levels to attain                                myself to dignify.