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 :)

Gresswell - Spring, 2022

I took a few photos when at Gresswell Park this morning - mostly nothing remarkable, but I like them enough to post.

I particularly appreciate that someone has installed native bee/insect hotels.

I also decided to try recording the spring bird song. These are not the best quality - low volume in some cases, and background noise (which I knew about at the time) and wind noise (which I didn't twig to this time - I will in future 😊 ). Owing to Blogger limitations, I had to create a movie to insert the audio. You will probably have to turn the volume up. 

 

 

 

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 :)

From ...

From the ancient forests of Europe
came my people
to be
here.

From the hills and dales and mines
of lands green and lands braw and wild
came my people
to be
here.

And to my people already here
my people joined
to pass to me
the braid of many threads
that is I.

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 booming pressure, and the distant light

Heaving
straining
bursting
in the dark
- like a galley slave
of yore 

No sign of hope
nor reprieve
nor
even
change
in the moaning
despair
- fearing
the sudden burst
and noise
and sorrow
of a ram
bursting the hull
to leave one drowning
in sight of light

But when the ram
bursts asunder
plank and beam and all
and under one goes
the shackle slides free
and the distant light
shows the way.

 

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 :)

Trails of my tears

 

PS - NOT a self portrait! 

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 :)