Chains

They crush
and bind
within

- no cruel
bands of
iron
these chains,

but heat
- sapping
- robbing
from within, 

leaving all
listless ...
dreary ...
too tired
to not endure
till the cool change come.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2022 (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 :)

The finishing line

There!
It's just ...
right there
- moved closer
by the doc's orders. 

Retirement.
My time
- an end
of
striving
for others' will
- and permission
to do what I will. 

I had
my dreams
my goals and
my long deferred plans 

But
I feel ...
Nil
Nothing
- no pain,
no hope,
neither good nor bad. 

I am
a rock
rolling to
its last rest.

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2022 (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 :)

An attempt at writing a poem in Wiradjuri: "A Mystery"

I have been trying to learn Wiradjuri. As part of that, I decided I would try writing a poem - of sorts. The text is below - I've been trying to speak it with appropriate story telling flair, but I'll spare you that. 

Dharran guganha
         Creek creeps
Nguranbalbang ngunhadarguwur
         Deep beneath
Ganginmarra galinginbanga
         The lying desert
Dabuyarra muran
         The Gift of Life
Gunuga mayilgan
         Hiding inside death 

Copyright © Kayleen White, 2022 (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 :)