ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

BLIND .....Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet


I am just the groundsman. You don't even notice me. I'm the sucker who makes the place look brilliant before an event and then tidies up the mess afterwards.

Chain-saw hedgetrimming
like a blind pedestrian
unable to walk a straight line
Now that's tragic.

But one has to work, No money - no honey ... and I like the ladies and of course if you want to pull the birds well you have to make a bit of a splash with the cash don't you?

No love, no life
Sad so very sad.
They thought it poetry.

Of course it wasn't love and it certainly wasn't poetry, it was lust, but the chicks don't want to know that - if they think the 'L' word is in play then it makes all the other carrying on acceptable. You know - no recriminations, no guilt.

I was just like the other blokes, I followed the crowd, too many beers along with other things. Brain cells went walkabout, commonsense flew out the door, drugs were used and abused.

There was a girl
we couldn't save her
and then she died.


and then no rock rocked. Music died - just stopped dead, leaving a deafening silence, a black hole that was filled with pictures I didn't want to see and filled with sounds I didn't want to hear and now I spend my days

condemned to lifelong regret
Chain-saw hedge trimming
like a blind pedestrian

I'm just the groundsman - you don't even notice me.

That's not Derek whose getting your inheritance is it ?

I'm not telling

Well, you've certainly taken up your own challenge with a vengeance, Maureen. Ingenious!

Cheers
David

Thanks David - not quite how I wanted it to be - I had in mind a Haibun which uses Haiku but didn't manage the Haiku too well but the idea is there. I have done a few Haibun using bush poetry converted into Haiku and rather like the challenge.

I've put one up on the daaaark side - called Dry Argument