In the spring’s morning mist

A lovely woman dances along

A clearing among a birch tree


Near a gentle waterfall.

The poet denuded by her erotic


Stops gape-mouthed at her

Seductive moves…

Satie’s music comes to mind.

A shortened video sketch

Emerges at last

From common endeavours

Of artist and writer:

In the times of a renewed spring

Marred by a virus-pandemic’s

Negativism clouding brains

Shrunk to a size of koala bears’

No. Think. Look around. Find

The truth. Rebel. Break thru’

The loud-soaked wall.

Don’t be fooled.

Stem against the poison flood.

Flush out your congested

Water taps

Clean the cobwebs on your

Mind’s monitors.




Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.