Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

in the heart of Australia (25 Sept 2007)


12 months and some days
or something there-abouts
(it’s a long time when repeating

the same line, the same voice
in my head) incessant desert flies
and midnight mosquitoes

wanting my ear and rote learning
a promised… a maybe, a message
about what could have

been too long feeding
and watering that heart so far
away from me

and the gap repeating
to degrees and scales that islands
become a continent, beaches

a heartland desert (yes, it’s exactly
as was intended) for me to be
here in the ritual of

fire, you are the emotional afterthought
that this very second I let go
go the Australian heart

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