[Content Warning] Step-children

In the dictionary

under perverse

you'll find

I should hope

a photograph:

a photograph

of the Universe.

How else

to explain

how people fall

in love

and merge their lives

a messy, messy process

akin to

merging DNA,

and far less

fun,

far less

constructive.

Still, I s'pose

there are genetic

defects,

and step children

can be a messy, messy

war,

with past comforts

long passed

their best-by date,

challenged and even

rent asunder,

in a painful,

painful birth

of adult

torn from womb

of childhood's comforts
by adult
unrestrained
by past agreements
and coercions.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2012 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)

North east Victoria (photographs)

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2014 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)

[Content Warning] The Nine-to-Fifer

"It's OK"
says she
as he
is cut,
still bleeding,
from the frame
where he has hung
for his daily
flagellation.
"You're with me,
and you love me,
so all the pain
is worthwhile
and washed
away
as we move
towards our goals"
He groans
and points out
"the goals
- they're yours,
though I do love you"
- and he is
sincere,
having fallen in love
before the daily torment
"But we're together now"
says she
"So my goals are now ours"
and gaily
she continues
"See this
pretty bauble
you paid for
for me
- I do so appreciate
all the work you do
for me.
So ...
what shall we do
for entertainment and fun
tonight?
try not to bleed
on the couch, dearest"
and he groans
and weeps inside,
the nine to fifer. 


Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)

Keep watching this space: I have more that has been scheduled.

On a Day of Showers

Screens of grey are drifting,
Scrubbing to ... an extraordinary sheen
All that grows, and is now green. 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2015 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)

[Content Warning] The Pain of the World

To the sensitive
- the psychic, the medium,
the pain of the world ...
well, tis a real thing
- a constant pain, a niggle
the savagery of pain
of hunger and thirst,
of poverty and despair,
dulled by distance
and the soup
of other life energies
to that of an aching tooth.

To the others
the poisoned tooth's
still there,
but dulled to oblivion
by shields of denial. 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2015 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)

[Content Warning] I made a mistake

I made a mistake,

near a score of years ago,

when I let society tell me 

which way I should go.

Now I have sacrificed

all that was good in me,

 - gone

on the altar of conformance.

Better, would have been,

to drown offshore

before I came ashore.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2015 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)

Gariwerd, Victoria (photographs after the 2006 fires)

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2014 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)

[Content Warning] Sacrificed

Sacrificed
to the evil of the grind
am I
 - slave, to
hard-faced
dead-of-heart
men,
so others
allegedly who care
can take and take
and take and take and take,
and blithely blather
'bout the joys
on non-material life. 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)

On the Derwent River, Tasmania (photographs)

Taken from the Windeward Bound.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2014 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)

[Content Warning] To sacrifice a part

The child’s appalled

 - doubly so,

trebly,

if she discovers

she is seen to be

still a minor

in anyone’s eyes

- e’en the law’s.

She’s offended that

an animal,

an innocent,

has been trapped,

and twice and more

the horror,

that it chewed

its own limb off,

to flee.

The child’s appalled

- all noise,

and bluster

and waving limbs,

but she has no clue,

she’s fed

and watered

and clothed

at other’s expense

- great expense;

she knows not,

but I do.

Between teeth of triple fronted

brick veneer,

sprung with that

soul destroying torture

of the 9 to 5 grind,

the hinge this inner city

maze,

I know;

I know what it’s like

to want freedom,

escape,

so desperately,

you’ll gladly sacrifice

a limb,

or soul,

or maybe

even

a heart.

Given the desire

it’s not so hard:

I’ve already done so,

out of love,

to come here,

be here,

and do so much

for so many

- including

for the waving limbed one,

but now,

now the horror’s all mine

and what I’ve become

a snarling, savage shadow,

here,

cut off

from all that

the trapped animal

holds dear.

 


Copyright © Kayleen White, 2013 I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)