Benedict's haiku | Benedict's haiku |
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Turning I saw you once so clear shadows move the grasses silent winds sift the debris slowly around your feet the red earth moist crossed with signs of night tracks that soften and fade still you remain. Written on my Fathers death. Silently he came to the fire Emu down sandals Gliding through memories Avoiding the thorns My Fathers dreaming Ended Hocked stick probing The bowels Amber blackness Poured over white gum ash Cold in the pit How I feel his face On mine Shadows of affection Quietness Traces of pride Black stones will I bring him From the shining plains Fragments of stars Finally still. One would think that after the distance, time had broken diminished the words, scattered in old letters amongst the pain, That smells, sounds could not play out their cruelty. Fragments of feelings, that do not know you are gone. Veils of Ocher light your body sea spray falls in small pools over salt encrusted sandstone forms reflecting your mutual frailty the pattern in the rock swirling over your skin erosion has been kind to you both. Suddenly vacant The street turned its back as the Dice rolled Again The black Wall eats the Young Americans again Reflecting the Void Strange stones wood earth all So different from the red heat blue air stillness The beetle's movements Fade as the sun warms the sand Its tracks diminish In the wild places Beauty rages hidden by The absence of man Flying fox tumbled Black ochre swarm through rivers Meandering green Doe eyed yet knowing Pert nipples showing glimpses Of another time The winds of change blow The blood soaked sand across the Senate floor so slowly Extinction stalks them Blade by blade tree by tree lost Inaudible screams The sharp wind stripes spray From the translucent waves crest Black clad they carve it Once our reflections are distorted even love won’t heal suffering The Southern Cross shines Rolling through the black cold nite Stars of my childhood Sadness fills me when The cold stars I see shining Are not from my birth sky My Father taught me Never to fear the darkness Stars would guide me home Thunder storms rain tracks So deep into desert sands Flower strewn road to death The Diamond Python Lies in the stable rafters Knowing there’s a rat The fence line arched down The gully into the mist Hard wood splits rough hewn Benedict St Quentin Fitzpatrick Married Five children Age 58 Project manager: Building Interests: Poetry Archery Politics Science Nature This email address is being protected from spam bots, you need Javascript enabled to view it |
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