Love and perspective

In the mist of time

Perspective runs away

Before one's eyes

Does not align with love

For love is as the flight

Of the fruit bat

Loopy, bendy, curvy

Love and perspective

Are tangential at best.

You get the idea

Fingers and toes crossed,

Touching wood!

One never knows 

What work or does not

Better make sure

If I could I would pray

But you know me

I wouldn't go to break my leg

The situation does not require it

Yet may I say as the French 

" merde à la puissance treize"

Well you get the idea.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Preparation for NaNoWriMo 2018

Prep week for NaNoWriMo 2018

Eight days to start competing 

Already procrastination has kicked in

Finding myself window cleaning

For sure my view has improved

If not my writing!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Congratulations to Kerryn Phelps

It was a safe seat

The safest in the country 

Couldn't be lost they said

It was time for a woman

Said the chosen replacement

A gentleman giving way to her

But the party mob disagreed 

We will pick our own candidate

Without any consultation 

None of this woman business

We want a bloke,  a safe bloke

The state of the country is in balance

We choose to be safe, no risk

But the people chose differently

Today the safe seat is no more!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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A wonderful walk

There was I

Walking in the forest

Resting my mind

Of its daily burdens

The dog following

Some enticing scent

Here and there

I stopped looking at the intricate

Design erosion had cut

Into the bark of a dead gum

I took a picture 

Thru the screen of the mobile

The face of a forest spirit appeared

A wrinkled and weather beaten face

Fierce eyes assessing me,

The human, the trespasser,

The destroyer of his domain

Age had not mellowed his mien

He let me pass

I was on my best behaviour

Turning around lest I disturbed him

A joey, was looking at me

We stood mesmerised 

With each other appearance

He didn't move

While I shot a picture

I spoke a few words

To which he listened

I looked around 

Looking for mum

Nothing emptiness filled the air

The spell was broken 

Only when I thought about

Looking after him

And taking a step towards him

He bounded away

The dog had not seen it

Nor smelled it

I continued on my way

My mind in awe, chastened

When I saw laying on the ground

A small black and white feather

A chough feather one from their wings

I picked it up

As I walked away 

I suddenly realised 

One had turned into two

Where I picked one

Two I held.

Such a wonderful walk.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Where are you?

Where are you?

Hiding in some cave

Reflecting on your miserable self

Licking your wounds

Until ready to face the world again, 

To take flight and lead the battle

Against the evil world surrounding us

So many victims

So much destruction

But your will to live

Will take you there

Free from heartache.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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The year ahead

It's only Spring

And the paddocks

Are but arid dust pans 

Drought turned up early

Single and aggressive

Making its ravaging way

With each passing day

The gumtrees are shedding

Their superfluous branches

No need to worry about a garden

It's not going to happen

The lack of water is mot 

Summer will be a harsh mistress

Unforgiving to this treachery

Harsh and relentless

Cruel and ruthless

It will lead to a barren Autumn 

No doubt a fruitless one

The sun having dried up 

Any crop long before its time

And we will have to pull through

To a soulless winter

Where my soul

Reside in a lifeless kernel

Awaiting better times.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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