With these hands
Sunday 08 March, 2009




these hands continue

to ply the needle

and strong thread

that binds the frayed edges

of the fabric of our lives



(c) Merlene Fawdry



the sewing basket
Saturday 07 March, 2009



the sewing basket

wicker polished

by the careworn hands

of three generations

still serves us well



(Merlene Fawdry)



tomatoes
Friday 06 March, 2009




tomatoes

emerge from the shelter

of sun-scorched leaves

to slake their thirst

with silent night rain

salad days



(c) Merlene Fawdry



good friends
Friday 06 March, 2009




good friends

are the breeze of life

that fans our face

and feathers our hair

when the heat rises



(c) Merlene Fawdry



my brother
Friday 06 March, 2009



my brother

wore his dark skin

as a colour patch

for his gang of one



(c) Merlene Fawdry



after the crash
Friday 06 March, 2009


after the crash

the woman

who knows nothing

dabs at the edges

of their destruction

to restore the basics



(c) Merlene Fawdry



Computer buffs
Friday 06 March, 2009




in the computer lab

blokes

who know it all

and those

who think they do

wreak havoc



(c) Merlene Fawdry





Insight
Sunday 01 March, 2009




my father taught me how to look

through the loose fabric of life

to the reality of being



(c) Merlene Fawdry



A lesson
Sunday 01 March, 2009



A lesson





his passing taught me

that saying goodbye

is a gift to the living



(c) Merlene Fawdry



Sunrise
Sunday 01 March, 2009




Sunrise





the sun rises

to the stillness

of a sentence interupted



(c) Merlene Fawdry



Twilight
Sunday 01 March, 2009




Twilight





as twilight falls

his nod

marks the long pauses

between sentences



(c) Merlene Fawdry