Tag Archives: JK.Leahy Poetry

Bird Play and Mr Fear – J.K. Leahy Poetry

Together and enjoying the water – Kaz and partner. J.K.Leahy Pic.

Knowing what is not there,

is through the window’s stare

In one pause

Bird play – water soothes

Presence is being

Stamped: “Authentic – one pure joy”

Every drop enjoyed,

but silence yells louder

Shadow talk lurks and

slides in the next scene

Mr Fear and Company

A voice: “Let’s  head into the desert alone”.


*A heart felt gratitude for those kind words from those of you (my readers) that enquired about my health. I am on the mend.  I have been going under some major changes personally, spiritually and health-wise. I was surprised by my doctor asking me if I was hearing voices. I walked away a few days ago wondering, what if I said “yes – all my life”. In my culture, you need those “voices” to guide you – it’s your intuition but we see them also as our ancestors and guides. But there are those “voices” that we need to be aware of as well. Such an interesting topic to discuss further at some stage. I would be grateful to hear your thoughts on the matter. 

My Birds: Photography

Jenny Campbell my poet friend recently visited me and took pictures of the birds that live on our property.  These were the birds present. We have others including Kookaburra, Pheasant Coucal, crows, wild ducks, pigeons, butcher birds, and other parrots. Jenny referred to the birds as “Joyce’s birds”, so I’m agreeing with her and calling them mine.

Some of you know Kaz the lorikeet who is pictured here with his partner and Zack the magpie who grew up with us is also in the photos. Amongst the birds are two silky roosters (black one pictured above and the white below) and our beloved hen “Meri Buka”, who has survived many challenges, and is still well and healthy and laying daily.

Blue Well – Poem JK.Leahy©

Before their song-burst

beyond trees and hurst,

they bare their souls,

and quench their thirst





On Water’s Edge – Poem

On Water’s Edge – Poem JK.Leahy©

JK.Leahy Picture

We sat on water’s edge in silence

Crystal stream trickled and meandered, thirsting for sea salt in the wide ocean while we sat numbed and immersed in our own murky feelings

Unspoken was the truth tangled in our thoughts, so it captured pure silence, a tension like knotted threads

We were almost our real selves; caught in a delicate pause like dandelion in a still breeze, but who would own up?

Mine was she – brave, open and shy and his was him – awkward, tough, and yet vulnerable. Unwinding threads, already knotted

The timing was perfect, but words failed to arrive on time. Perhaps lost in the forest or evaporated into thin air, spoken words had left us

And once more the breeze passed, springing every dried leaf into living cartwheels, as if warning us to open up

With the debris our true feelings escaped, gone! The truth remained in its secret place, untouched, and settling to collect dust once more

Futile words jumped out of our mouths like aliens in rehearsed scenarios and ritual conversations

Soon, we were no longer afraid; once we leave this water’s edge, we will be other people again



Day’s Reflection – Poetry

Day’s Reflection – Poetry



A reflection mirrors today

In trapped waters, blue melts white light

Finding its way as water may,

where leafy dense could not steal this sight

Far beyond, a rainbow display

as if to say, blue sky has come to stay

Soaking Hearts – Love Poem

Soaking Hearts with the Night – Love Poem


We soaked our heart in the night.

Oblivious to time and weather,

we  shared the tea of love.

By the firelight, where winds engulfed our embrace,

mushrooms glowed, transcending our emotions.

And like heart-beat, the fireflies echoed the rhythm.

Long and steady, into the morning light;

letting the moon slip by, and the shadows dissolve.

When we let our words melt into nothingness, our bodies

rushed to the voice of our desires.






Reflections of the Day – Photography



Day’s Reflection – Poetry & Photography


A reflection mirrors the day

Trapped waters, throw light

Finding its way as water may

Leafy dense cannot hold sight

A rainbow lurks as if to say

Blue sky might come to stay




The Rainbow – Poetry



The Rainbow ©JK.Leahy

There is a rainbow

beyond the shadow

Where blended lights mellow

darkness lurks in shallow

Afraid of radiance’s glow

in obscurity, crevices open

Mind unlocks, and lets go

Beams will seek night

where bad memories hide

Upon the altar, a peace-offering

In spirit we build oneness

to end all writhing

And, we touch the rainbow


This poem is dedicated to all Papua New Guinean writers; fighting to find their voice in the literary world. To my readers, if you can relate to this poem and it applies to how you feel at this moment, then it is for you too.

Where the Seagulls Hunt – Poem and Photography

I took a trip with my friend Erue Bucher and her daughter, the gorgeous Livuana to Kingscliff towards New South Wales in the last few days. Sea, salt and wide open spaces always affects my perception. It also takes me back to my roots.


Where the Seagulls Hunt    JK.Leahy©

Where the sand meets salt,

I will meet my child

Warm rivers reach for the cold

depths of unknown ocean floor;

I touch what is on hold

Down by the seashore,

scattered seagulls roam and hunt

Threading wet and dry powdery sand,

leaving behind a footprint lace,

meandering across wide open space;

mind races across history made

A slender pair of orange legs

tucked under a mop so neat,

plumed white and grey feathers

how much a heart holds so close

Beady eyes remain untethered,

scouting along the ocean shores,

where hungry beachgoers

share the harvest of the summer

Thoughts weaving beyond the shores

and everything flows where tide goes


Moon Games – Poetry

Moon in Bellbowrie. JK.Leahy picture©

Moon Games – JK.Leahy© Poetry

She waits for the day’s end

To let her luminous games begin

When yoke slips beyond horizon,

where naked eyes sees reflection,

she watches the day’s lingering torment

In his reluctance to let go of moment

The day throws hues of fire and gold,

across the massive body of water

And tiny fallen stars appear

where sand banks glisten sapphire

Dusk performs and summons night

to what we call evening.

She smiles, time is right

As shadows define, reaching tall,

the moon reveals herself, but only,

to be captured by wandering clouds


Surrounding Beauty – Poem

Crescent Moon by Charles Hite – Free Stock Photography, Public Domain

Surrounding Beauty – JK. Leahy Poem

Life is surrounding beauty

Where crescent moon casts enough light

Your footsteps drum their own music

While walking gives life to your heart

Dead leaves dance in the breeze

Snail trail glistening in light’s reflections

Shadows creating their own art

An owl hoots and swoops low; you hear

A bat screeches that night is near

Before darkness swallows and hides you

Until new day seeks and finds you