From my balcony
All I can see
Is one half of one old tree
an extent of aluminum racks
and air conditioning
Some blue sky
and some pigeons
they are always here
Shitting, Cooing, Roosting
some Swallow’s too appear
Its not a pretty sight
for certain
but natural light for me
is better than the
artificial spots
unfortunately
So I make do with pigeon
shit, and the grey walls all around
In my rather expensive prison
Grand Chifley
and the background
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
Hello Rex, nice to hear from you.
So your recommendation is to stay away from this Grand hotel they call Chifley? What I remember of the Chifley is their lack of consideration for one of their clients/customers/residents. How it was beyond them to retrieve your personal belongings from the one place you found so comfortable while staying in Adelaide, Bliss.
Grace & I have found it very enjoyable reading your other poems about your trip of Australia.
Thank you for coming to Bliss, to enjoy a quiet place, to be surrounded by Blissful Angels