An Evening on The Deck in A Busselton Backyard

sitting on the deck

swigging a beer

knees to chest

watching the dog

happily bounding

tongue lolling

giddy with joy

as daylight dims

and pondering when

that exact moment

arrives when one

can truly proclaim

if one so wished

to have that authority:

it is now what they call

'after dark'

last drinks

absently listening:

an owl who could not 

or would not wait

plaintively crying

to greying skies

searching forlornly

a possible mate

for pregnant minutes

of endless time

in endless space

not even aware

of the natural sound

until that time

of ill-defined measure

after the hooting owl

stopped

only the echo

behind fading eyes

automatic

eternal repeat

of vaguely recalled

and whispered

unwanted

discourses

secretly shared

within the range

of unintended

ears that could not

or would not

erase

beer empty

dog tired

light gone

rising with a groan

withdrawing alone

behind a locked door

Reviews

[reflectingus]

I love how this is like a conversational mood created, though well thought-out and poetic. And when I started reading it, I didn't wanna stop reading! Well done :)

[Jeremy Baker]

Welcome back! Sublime writing, imagery and originality as always!

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

beer empty
dog tired
light gone


rising with a groan


withdrawing alone
behind a locked door

.............nice writing.