I've lived all around Australia, from Alice Springs to Adelaide, Melbourne to Mildura, and now currently in Bundaberg.
I've been an avid reader and writer for as long as I can remember, I became interested in the emotive/lyrical form of poetry many years ago and have received some awards for this. And while I have written short stories, fictional and non-fictional pieces, I always come back to poetry. There's something so expressive in a few verses that can be said without the need to lay down a plot or guide the person reading it to where you are. You like them or you don't, there's no need to analyse or break them down.
Curtain Call
Then, there was this trembling, it shook the people to the ground.
And all the fools a'weeping, got took and settled down.
The desperation continued building, as the truth struck and came on in,
still, all the religious in their fervour had no idea just where to begin.
But the painters and the drinkers, the gaolers and the deep,
they faintly felt at all, as they settled back to sleep.
The poets and the writers though, they scribbled thoughts with pens,
while the sinners and the dirty, had scampered off to make amends.
All the families undivided, hugged and held on tight.
While the broken and dysfunctional knew - there wasn't time to make it right.
What? Because the end is coming, does that mean that you should cave,
all for the sake of holding onto something – you'd make yourself a slave?
Freedom always comes, you just never know it's name,
still when it finally gets to you, it's probably just the same.
So all too late as such is fate, although it looked quite like a friend.
Just know you'll never have that long to wait, when it weaves its final end.
