Stuck

It's a 6-sided shape
Play for children
Imaginative escapes
Building to greatness
A place to live in rows and corners
Hit on the road
Avoiding attacks
Writer's suffering
Block in my tracks

Red Cordial Kids

One, Two, Three
Counting all and Phe
Make a total of eight
Hidden and out of sight
Bouncing around inside
This universal crazy ride
My eight kids causing a riot
Anarchist souls with red cordial diets

We can never tell a soul
Or tell and watch them repel
With thoughts of my bunch
Raising hell or such
Yet I love them all
No matter what comes on

Should I be committed?
I should think it makes sense
I'm a mother of sorts-
Caring for a group like this

To my bus of happy insanity:
My red cordial kids!

Burning times - vision 1

2012 Together we will build
One year till they make it
Then flying off East
Where writers and artists stay
City is high with apartment blocks
Connected by the streams
Consciousness
With this place up high
Shared with you...
A city with a protected lake
Trees and heritage listed space
2013 Together we will live

Tea for Dave

He brewed up a nice pot of tea
Unfurling the leaves in the steam
Like a magical delight
As the aroma takes flight
My green inspiration is free